Dreams and Lullabies- Part 1

As the florescent sun came up over the horizon, the coast gleamed with the anticipation of the new day. The crashing waves began to sparkle and excel as the sun began to run through them. The light began to slowly make its way up the shore, causing the sand to become hot. It made its way up to the houses that lined the shore, the people inside still sleeping. The warm rays of the sun ran up the house, passing through every nook and cranny, slipping into the living room window. The sun light began to cross the floor, chasing the shadows of night into the abyss. The sun then came upon the chairs and couches that were scattered across the room.
He sat in a grey recliner, passed out on the stains of sweat, spit, and remains of the party from the previous night. As the sun light passed his eye lashes, it escaped into his eyes, passing through his cornea and lenses. The sun then came across his optic nerve, causing all the millions of nerve fibers to send the picture of a bright light into his brain, turning it on like a car. His eyes lids shot open, his heart beat quickened, and his stomach turned. The drinks, food, and whatever else that had been shoved down his throat the previous night began to come back up. His chest and trachea began to burn as the bile began to fill his mouth. Onto the oak wood floor spilled his entire insides including chunks of his stomach, filling the floor and rushing to the edges of the house.
After dry heaving, his stomach empty, it began to settle and he sat back. He looked up and saw the beach that lay before him. The seagulls were now out, and they were hunting for their breakfast. As he watched one gull fly down to catch a fish, he prayed that the gull would catch it, that it would be happy with its morning. As the gull dove into the water, he watched with anticipation to see if the bird got its prey. As the bird shot back up out of the water, the fish in its mouth began to flop, causing him to smile.
He started to inspect the scenery; the waves and sun reflected the bright ball of fire that sat before him, causing him to cover his eyes from it with his right hand. The back of his hand, covered in the vomit that had just come out of his mouth, blocked the sun. This revealed to him the friends that lay on the ground inside of the house who were passed out on stains; they lay in his vomit. He sickly smiled, causing bile, chunks of stomach, and food that covered his teeth to show.
He then leaned back into the chair, sinking into the curves of the cushions. He fell back to sleep, or what he thought was sleep, because he did not know that what had just happened wasn't real. He did not know that his body was not laying in a nice La-Z-Boy, but was lying in his disfigured and mutilated convertible, blood poring from cracks in his skull and cuts in his membrane where bones were projected out.
As he lay in his dream chair, he thought that nothing could be better than this, that the most amazing and extraordinary feelings were the ones he was feeling; the feelings of being sick and happy.