Your eyes are closed, but a bright light shines through the lids and turns the darkness red.
You feel warm on one side, and a coarse, gritty, but welcoming sensation. You take a moment to pull forth a good word for it... sand. On your other side is an equally warm sensation, but more open, somehow. You call it... air.
You hear a strange sound, though it's muted on the side with the sand. The words come faster, now, entering your mind like flashes of lightning. Wind. Sun. Salt. Seabirds.
You are lying on your side on a beach, the wind carrying the smell of salt and fish up to you. The sun is beating on your back, but it feels good; not too hot yet.
Another word enters your consciousness, but it flits around, vague and half-thought. It is your... name. What is your name?