Water!

Silence. That's all I could hear for miles around. Above me the water glistened, as sunlight danced on nature's mirrors. With a long kick, I broke through the surface of the water. I looked around me, gasping for breath, and saw my red surfboard bobbing up and down, as the waves rippled through the ocean. I swam my way to my board, my body numb to all sensation, thanks to the icy spray of the ocean water. I gasped as soon as my hand felt the smooth wood of my surfboard, even though I had caught my breath pretty good. I sat on to of my board, my feet dangling off either side, squinting in the harsh sunlight.
About ten miles away was Lambada Beach. I groaned and positioned my self onto my board, on my stomach. I swam the rest to the way to land, grateful for the drinkable water I'd find there.
"Water!" I whispered, and my voice came out cracked, and dry. I cleared my throat and continued daydreaming about two cold bottles of Aquafina...