as sure as the sun will rise...
 
 
 
 
  you awake to the smell of turquoise waves crashing on the shore.  the tide is going out while the sun is starting to rise. though it hasn't yet broken the horizon, it still manages to paint the sky gold and peach orange before it evened out into its familiar shade of blue.
 
the beach is too perfect, not a single grain of pale pink sand out of place...until you see a something small left behind by the waves, catching the early rays of sunlight. upon closer inspection, it was a sort of iridescent white shell, and the home to a small hermit crab.
 
beyond the beach appears to be a deciduous forest lined with bushes of bleeding hearts.  surrounding them were large patches of scorpion grass growing pink and blue forget-me-not flowers.  sitting among the blooms, you stare out at the water and see the sun has broken the horizon. you feel an ache in your chest.