The island bathed in a warm, gentle morning sunlight. With no way to block the sunlight, thin rays directly kissed the skin of a young man. The soft rustling of water is accompanied by the distant chirping of birds.
A young man in his 20s gets up from his metal bed. He stretches his arms and legs luxuriously, like a cat awakening from a peaceful slumber. His face is illuminated by the soft, golden light streaming on him through the clear sky.
Dharuv's face breaks into a contented smile as he basks in the tranquility of the moment. He slowly sits up, his gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of dust motes suspended in the sunbeams.
"What a beautiful morning," he muttered to himself.
He swings his legs out of bed and places his feet on the slightly warm grass. The sensation of the smooth, polished grass underfoot sends a shiver of delight up his spine.
Yawn
