“Daddy, come in the water!”

Nick opened his eyes, the patina-covered roof encircling the azure sky. He blinked and stretched his fingers, feeling the ground by his side. He pinched granules of the yellow albero sand, making a pile. Rocking his head, the crushed gravel crackled underneath his skull. He tried to sit up, but remained on the hard earth. The men standing around him leaned forward, murmuring. Nick blinked again.

“Where is this?” He said.