A tropical island
I felt warm sand trickling through my fingers,
I wriggled my toes and there were no shoes.
I sat up and opened my eyes, and closed them again quickly.
The bright sun had momentarily blinded me.
Hearing the gentle ripple of the waves approaching the shore,
Shaking the sand from myself as I stood up, seeing my shoes.
I still had my party clothes on from the night before.
I sensed something in my pocket, written on crumpled paper.
It read : "Welcome to this beautiful Tropical Isle, please stay."
My eyes still focusing I saw a sign SWIM BETWEEN THE FLAGS
Walking along the shoreline the wet sand was cool underfoot.
Carrying my shoes as this terrain wasn't meant for high heels.
The sea sparkles on this sunny morning, the sun isn't overhead yet.
I see my phone is out of charge, but I guess its very early morning.
Still groggy from all the gr8 cocktails last night, remembering isn't easy.
I do seem to remember I wasn't OK to drive, and it wasn't far to walk home.
The beach is deserted stepping quickly on the hot sand, then a familiar sight.
On the side of what looks like a surf club in the distance, a sign.
BEAUTIFUL ONE DAY - PERFECT THE NEXT . This is a tropical island!
Its my tropical island. It's the Gold Coast, Queensland Australia.
Sunny days, golden sands, friendly multicultural folk. Palm lined beaches
Stunning Tropical fruit grown. Pineapples, coconuts, mangos bananas.
Amazing animals only found here. A sporting nation with stacks to do.
Now to walk the mile or so back to where the party was, to collect my car.
Proud of my tropical island, it has everything, even cute life guards.
It's my home. Yes I will stay.
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