<i>"...sono così stanca, eppure... eppure le luci d'oriente mi sembrano già così vicine che quasi riesco a vederle... vedere le luci, sentire gli odori e i sapori... lo schiamazzo della metropoli e le sigle dei cartoni sparate a tutto volume come se fossero la più gloriosa delle hit parades. <br/>
Un momento... cos'è stato quel rumore? ...perchè tutti gridano? "</i><br/><br/>Giulia rose her torso and gasped, her eyes wide open and teary, her breath accelerated as she woke up. <<...merda...>> said her while passing an hand over her eyes as she slowly, even without her glasses, saw the palms and the almost blinding whiteness of the beach <<...non... non era un sogno... è... tutto vero... è tutto reale>>. Looking at her right side, she spotted a blackish grumble that she reminded being her glasses, placing them on her ears, she finally saw the beach with the right focus. As she started to gain consciousness of herself after an heavy and difficult sleep, she heard the light snoring of Aering at her side; looking at him, she saw him, that appeared so strong and hard and almost harmful, with his beard and tatoos, and now looked like such a peaceful, sleeping giant.  Giulia couldn't but look again at his ciseled body before putting her thoughts together and standing on her feets.<br/><br/><<...che ore sono?>> whispered her to herself, wondering which time of the day it was while walking around and see where Alejandro and Asta were; once on the free and openly uncovered beach, Giulia took a deep breath, feeling the air already warm and filled with the scent of the seabreeze. The sand was still not broiling at the plant of her feets, making her almost sure that they were still somewhere early in the morning. Still, morning or not, the sun already was showing its fierce power with boustful, merciless strenght, as her skin, exposed by less than a minute, started to tingle and itch, a stronger blow of breeze, passing over her tight and airy tank-top reminded her of the heated night, as her sweat drenched the clear fabric. <<...magari un bagnetto...>> tought her while admiring the sweet waves of the ocean lazily crashing over the beach with their still thunderous sound that echoed again and again and again for kilometers and kilometers in every direction, and she remained still, looking at the pure beauty of those elements, the one that made people of every continent to abandon their lifes and move into those primordial paradises, made of simple things and simple thoughts, lulled and cuddled by the sea and the palms...<br/><br/>With her legs already bare and with her newly acquired tank-top, she walked over the sand, inhaling, step by step, the pure air that came from nowhere in the middle of the ocean; suddently, she moved her hands to her head and, with a slight twist, she undid the knot that held her dark-brown hairs in a bun. Her hairs sticked together, reminder of her salt-based swim the day before, but a light fumbling of her hands, allowed her hairs to run free past over her shoulders and to wave in the morning's breeze. Finally, her feets met the muddy shore, immediately, the fresh waters of the ocean sent a sparkle of refreshment from her toes to her ears, only urging her to splash into the shallow water and refresh. Blowing away the disgusting salty water from her mouth, she took a few steps then, satisfied and refreshed, started to walk to the beach.<br/><br/>She noticed that the water soaked her tank-top for good, making the outline of her pink nipples to appear like she was a<i>Wet Shirt</i>pageant, but the thought, despite disappointeng her, was soon replaced by the certainess, true or not, that the sun will soon dry it off, replacing the sheer and unwelcomed transparency with its original opacity.<br/><br/>"Oh, eccoli la!" tought her while waving at Alejandro and Asta, as she walked toward them.