The morning sun warms your face. You feel its warmth and light pry you gently from your foggy dreams. You open your eyes just enough to make out your surroundings–and not so much that you are blinded by the piercing light.
Your thin sheet is wrapped tightly around you. You can feel the soft fabric against your naked skin. One arm is angled across your chest and it takes you a moment to realize your other hand is between your legs. There's a warmth there that tells you it must have been a good dream.
Your eyes slowly adjust to the light. The sun is rising over the water in the distance and the translucent curtains draped in front of the bungalow opening do little to dampen its rays. As your eyes adjust, you make out the silhouette of a figure standing a few yards off, facing the water. His male outline is accentuated by his casual white shirt and crumpled linen pants. He's casually standing with his hands in his pocket, observing something in the distance. Then, with one smooth motion, he turned and began walking back towards the veiled room.