My Dream of You
Upon the beach rests a pair of shorts and loose linen shirt, presumably the clothing I had on when I arrived here. I slip into the clothing and spy a torch lying a short distance away. As I approach the woven wicker and bamboo contraption, I again spy the flash that drew me out of the warm waters. I snatch up the torch, which somehow by the magic of this place lights up with merry crackle, illuminating the way before me. The cool light of the stars and moon is quickly replaced by the...