shiny, and the sand had a feathery foreign texture.

“Okay, this is not southern California. Those beaches
I know. Where am I?”

“Maybe a better question is ‘Who are you?’”

I looked to my left, and lying beside me was a
handsome, familiar man. I knew him and loved him. Home.

He smiled and said softly, “What took you so long? I
have been waiting a long time for you!”

I had no answer. The part of me that knew him so well
was grinning, and my heart was expanding and melting into