A Foreigner?

"No, Lucy... no..."

Jonathan woke up in a cold sweat while holding his hand up into the sky. His breathing had become ragged, and the scenes of the dreams in his mind replayed a couple of times even though he was already awake.

The sunlight peered through the wooden decks on top of him, which partially covered him from the heat. The sand seeped between his toes as he stood up, and he felt like getting another hour of sleep but he knew he had to be on time for the important event.

"Lucy...' Jonathan heaved a sigh.

From a distance, the sound of the waves hitting the shore invaded his ears, making him remember painful memories of the past. He shook his head before slinging his backpack on his shoulders. He had been sleeping under this wooden deck bridge for a couple of days now. The uncomfortable feeling of sand against his back, he had gotten used to it.