As I awake from a dreamy slumber, I smell the sweet sensation of buttermilk pancakes cooked to perfection. I slowly got out of the soft hotel bed and made my way to the small kitchen. I opened the snow, white refrigerator door and grabbed the halfway filled milk jug. I twisted off the light blue cap and gulped down a large portion of the delicious 2% milk. I quickly walked towards my hazel suitcase, sitting near the black colored T.V, and grabbed my bright orange swim trunks. I ran like a cheetah catching it's prey, into the tiny cramped bathroom to change.
I sprinted out of my beachfront hotel and onto the golden brown sand of the beach. The sand wasn't too hot since it was still morning. I love the feeling of the rough, grainy sand sliding through my small toes and I smell the gentle breeze of the clear, blue ocean.
In my mind I know the ocean has to be freezing cold, but I can't block out the persuasive voice of the ocean begging me to have a quick swim. I can't hold back anymore, and I charge into the rough wavy ocean. I hit the surface of the salty water and an ice, cold shock goes through my body.
I was running though the water trying to reach the deep part of the ocean where the gigantic waves break. Finally, after all of my struggle I reach my destination! Amazingly, I have gotten used to the ice water and it feels almost warm. "Boom." Out of nowhere I am smashed under the surface, and I hit the ocean ground. I try to pull my self to the surface for a gasp of air, but the force of the monster is too strong. To my surprise the...