Raphael

Raphael’s head spun around and round and round. Swirling, whirling, winding, spinning, rushing, pushing.
Crashing. Sliding. Crashing. Sliding. Crashing. Slide. Crash.
Slide…crash. Slide…pause…crash.
Slide…
…
…crash.
Bright light washed through his eyelids. Salt burned his nostrils. Bits of sand scratched at his skin and ground between his teeth.
“Good thing I’m used to feeling bad.” He thought to himself.
It was also good that his brain was making coherent thoughts. First things first.
“Ok brain,” He constructed some more thoughts to himself. “Since you appear to be the first one up, I’m relying on you to get us started. Let’s have it. Let’s get up yes?”
Throbbing.
“Oooh, $h17 that hurts! Ok, ok, ok… I get it. Everyone’s still not up yet. Lazy 4$$ body. Let’s at least figure where we are alright?!”
Raphael’s ears were the next organs to wake and they gave a more accurate report of the crashing surf along with some approaching footsteps.
“Are those footsteps real?” He thought to himself. Suddenly, the grogginess he was fighting lifted and his body went cold with panic. “Did they catch up with me? No! They couldn’t have figured out where I went. I just grabbed that $#i7 and ghosted. No way they knew!”
Uncertainty pulled him back and forth. “Why didn’t I wait until things were clear until I got high?”