Goddess island part one the woman at the beach
I could hear the sound of tropical birds chirping and waves crashing. This was very strange. I usually awoke to the brutal sound of my alarm clock, its constant ringing ensuring I get up and head for my morning lecture. But the beeping noises had been replaced with peaceful sounds, as If someone was playing one of those relaxation CDs. This was not the only difference, the comfort of my bed was missing and instead I could feel the soft touch of sand beneath me. Confused, I opened my eyes. I...