Creative Writing: Tiki Toki Island

It's Summer in Tiki Toki Island, and I have waken up to the bliss of the morning sun peeking through your window, fog just grazing over the blue ocean water. I can hear the ocean water crashing on the bare white sand with the sound of the dolphins high pitched screech close by. The ocean breeze flown in from my window, whispering a sweet melody in my ear, luring me to the beauty of the sandy shores. A coconut falls near by, causing a loud thump to emerge from the banks of the sand. As I walk over to pick it up, the long palm tree leaves create a faint rustling sound when brushing against each other. The golden sand warms me the second it touches the bottom of my feet, a warm sensation crawling up my body. To my right, the familiar palm tree

As I turn my gaze to the front of me, I can see white water waves roll over each other like children playing a game of leapfrog as the crystal clear water rises and falls with my own breath. I shift my focus to my beach condo behind me, the sliding doors open, filling the small space with the warm ocean breath. I slowly saunter over to the ocean water, relieved when the small waves run over my small feet hot from the sand. As the water touches the tips of my toes goosebumps sliver up my spine, but it feels nice as it gives off a warm and comforting feeling. I dip my hand into the damp dark sand, feeling the small grains press against my palm as I soon as I feel them leave to join the forbidden ocean lands with the slow flow of the waves. As my eyes dart from the water to my palm I see a small crab left in my hand, only about the size of an infant's pinkie nail. Although its bijou, the crabs sharp claws dig into my hand causing a small pain to grow beneath my palm as it explores its new surroundings. I feel its small crushable body between my fingers as I pick it up from my wrist, letting its fragile figure slip away with the ocean