The Lungs: A Short Story

I woke up to the beating sun on my eyes, and the sound of water hitting the shore. I coughed, and water spurted out of my mouth. I rolled over onto my hands and knees, my diaphragm jostling the water out of my lungs. I finally finished after a moment, my lungs burned. I looked up and closed my hands, clenching the sand in my palms. "Where am I," I groaned out, with a scratchy, but higher pitched voice. I assumed it was because of the water I had evicted from my