Flying high, low and fierce

Scott's sees

The sleepy Tracy Island never once found and never once questioned of its existence. An island of paradise, a sheer lushness that dazedly woke in the warmth of the suns tip toeing rays. Amongst the palm trees and green, the peaceful Tracy villa stood with great pride. As the shadows lowered the calm sea breeze brushed over the island with a grace of silence, only one Tracy were to witness such beauty.

Scott had woken up at the usual time of 6:00am, without the need of an alarm. He stood on his bedroom balcony gazing out to sea and watching the waves dance back and forth, a truly beautiful morning, just like any other in paradise. As Scott breathed deeply and yawned for the second time that morning, he headed back in to his bedroom. He hummed cheerfully to himself and glanced in the mirror. With another yawn, yet knowingly it was the last, Scott looked doubtfully at his own reflection, he noticed his crumpled, thick chocolate coloured hair out of shape, and that his eyes weren't the blue sapphires he previously remembered last looking. They now had a red blotchy look to them.

"Oh my god, what happened last night?" he questioned himself as he rubbed his eyes. With no one around to answer, he thought hard, only to noticing his head hurt. The thumping impulses settled as he thought less, and then decided after what happened last night, it must of been good to look like this, he turned to the bathroom for his morning shower.