The subtle sound of waves crashing on the shore. Golden sunlight, slotted blurrily through my eyelashes. The feeling of Kyle's tight, lanky body against my back. My eyes flutter open. I look up at him and see that he's already looking down at me with a gentle smile, joy sparkling in his teal eyes. I smile back and say, “Goodmorning.” “Mornin’, dude.” He plants a little kiss on my forehead and says, “Get up. Time to get to...