Usually what woke him from these floating naps was cold spray on his face or sliding back into shore. not this time. it was the bright heat. Lazlu cracked open his right eye and turned his head that way...open water. now to the left...open water. slowly he sat up on his board and looked around him. all he saw was vastness and emptiness. it had been barely sundown when he had done his great paddle out and now the sun was fully up. instead of a 20 minute nap, he'd slept the night away and instead of waves coasting him back towards the shore, the currents had slipped him farther out to sea.
it seems that his innate desire to test limits goes too far even in his dreams.
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