Chris thought maybe he was dreaming, maybe he was so sick he was standing there with people passing by, with their towels and folding chairs and Boogie boards, and he was right there in the middle of them having a dream. (The Watcher, James Howe, P.92)
Two years ago my family and I had traveled for Myrtle Beach for a vacation in the summer. The setting was the same as in this novel, beach and summer. I had felt sick ever since 1:00 in the afternoon, right after I had gotten my sunburn. I felt delusional and exactly how Chris was feeling. I felt as if I was dreaming. I had a huge headache and felt just awful. I had to go back to the condo because I had heat stroke. Just like Chris, I had to leave the beach and go and rest for the afternoon.
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