Silence.
Darkness. Pain. The burning sensation of salt water in her lungs made her cough and put everything that she had swallowed. Her eyes were still closed as she gasped for air. Her throat burned and scratched. Her teeth clasped together, cracking sand between them. She gasped, eyes shot open and closed just as fast as they had opened when the ligh intruded on their darkness. It was blinding. The sun and the heat. Maybe it was her rather dark coat that made her feel hotter than she should've been.
Her eyes opened again. Slowly. Blinking in the light, her pupils shrunk, her vision clearing. Only now she began to comprehend her positioning. She was laying sideways, covered in sand. Open wounds painfully covered in dried salt water and sand. She shook her head slowly, dual coloured irises fixing on her surroundings. Sand, palms, rocks. She seemed to be alone. Russet tipped ears rotated above her skull, the action causing the skin on her head to pull, making her realise she had a wound up there too. The space under her left eye was hurting too, but she had no way of seeing how that looked yet. A fresh trail of blood was going down her cheek, but she could care less.
A few long moments of taking in everything around her and she started to stand up. Slowly due to her whole body being tender. A few steps forward and away from the water, her stomach twisting with nausea. She halted and took another look around. "Fuck." She muttered out loud, her voice rough and coarse. No a familiar scent in the air. She exhaled, took a few licks over the wounds she could reach.
the bed we made