The sun's gentle warmth grazed your skin as it would every morning. You would have enjoyed this sweet sunlight if it wasn't for the burning sensation in your throat from nearly drowning.

Laying damped and sore on the sand, a scaly and gentle hand brush off a lock of your hair away from your face. A man with marvelous beauty caressed your thigh to comfort you as you cough out the seawater, your gaze falls down his lower half across the sand, it then became apparent that he's not human.