My day started with shit. By which I mean that I fell face first onto a pile of cow manure. This caused me to be almost an hour late for work. I worked at the DMV my job was thankfully, not interacting with customers but rather working or the more tech-oriented side of things. Some automated customer support and bringing the ancient website up to date. Exciting stuff, almost as much as watching paint dry.
The day went on like usual, stuck by my desk typing away boring python scripts. I didn't talk to my coworkers much, mostly just swapping pleasantries, and asking about work-related issues. When I eventually got back to my apartment, I performed my usual routine, took a dump, ate, cleaned, and watched some Netflix. By the time I was done, it was already dark out and I was deathly tired. I took a long hot shower. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw, well not much. I was rather gangly with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Not particularly attractive. The few female friends that I had always remarked on how I should start working out, and they were right, I was just being lazy. Maybe tomorrow, was my mantra. I went to bed with that thought on my mind.
I was woken up by a ray of warm sunshine hitting my face. The fresh breeze played with my slightly overgrown hair. The sound of the ocean waves serving as gentle music... Ocean waves? I live in Texas! I bolted up on my bed, I was on a beach, an ocean stretched out to my right. Dark blue waves crashing unto one another in a violent dance. They're sound was calm though, as if they were trying to be as quiet as possible despite their strength and size. I climbed off my bed, soft warm sand dispersing between my toes. I frantically looked around, no sign of civilization. "Help! HELP! Is anybody out there?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"For Typhons sake quiet down please, it's still early in the morning." I whirled around, the source of the voice was a chocolate skinned woman. Her black hair was tied up in a messy bun, with the stray curl sticking out here and there. She was wearing a dirt sand yellow fishnet dress. It clung to her body, accentuating her large breasts, and tightening around her waist, exaggerating her hourglass figure within the bounds of good taste.
"Who are you? Where am I? Am I dreaming? Where are my pants? "
"I'm glad your tongue is still working; you're going to need it."
"Answers Please?"
"Cecillia, Kraknaw Oceana, no, you won't need them."
"What."
She pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "Care for a stroll on the beach? This is going to be a bit of an info dump."
