After spending a couple minutes rolling and crawling through the blue sand shore, the boy had finally satisfied his curiosity. Lifting his upper body the boy started looking around, looking at the trees, the birds in the branches, the small critters in the bushes, and the plants, the boy finally had a chance to explore more.
Crawling forward the boy was almost to the bushes when all of a sudden he yelped because he felt something sharp and hard. Looking at his hand and the looking back down where his hand was the boy couldn't tell what hurt his hand and didn't know what was going on. What hurt his hand was just a old rock that had become brittle and broke and the thr corner of the broken part of the rock poked the boy.
Not wanting to experience the feeling of pain again the boy subconsciously moved to a side away from where he felt the pain by crawling.
Finally reaching the bushes closer by the boy had finally crossed onto the soft dirt ground of the lush forest. Feeling the sort dirt that was moist, the boy couldn't help but enjoy the soft and cool feeling.
After spending a few minutes laying on the soft ground without realization the boy had actually fallen asleep because he had gotten comfy. Even though it was evident that the boy didn't need sleep because he spent days floating on a lake without sleeping and without feeling tires he naturally fell asleep because he was comfy.
Not far away from him in the bushes there was a sudden rustle. As it turned out it was a teenage girl in the bushed getting up too look at the boy.