Henry woke up inside a ring of peach trees with fruits ready for plucking or surrendering to gravity. Shrubs of pink and orange flowers lay at the feet of the trees. Mockingjays and bluebirds chirped a welcome song. Birds of paradise flew in a circle above him.
He sat upright and basked in the scene delighting his eyes, the warm sand below him cushioning his wet body. The bright golden sun began drying his hair, face, and clothes. Henry felt heaven.
I knew better.
The sun and the entire island disappeared and Henry's life memories began replaying in his mind.