Personal Narrative-Creative Writing: The Mystery Girl '

I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I watch my legs dangle above the off-white polyester carpet. As I sit up starting to remember the vivid dream I had about the mystery girl.
The way I recall it was, waking up to the beautiful sound of the waves, in a cottage, on a beach in Bali. Watching the sunrise over the mountains. Having a picnic breakfast on the beach with the traditional Indonesian food. Then going scuba diving to experience the exquisite coral reefs and underwater marine life. Having the first underwater kiss. Coming back to relax for an hour or two. Going out for lunch to a traditional Indonesian cafe. After lunch go for a lazy leisurely walk in the jungles, looking at the birds and the flora and fauna. Come back to a relaxing couple of hours at the spa for a back and foot massage. Spending some time lying on the beach to watch the sunset while drinking wine. At dinner time dress up and put on my most lavish suit and for a candle light dinner at the beach with no one to disturb us. Soft music playing in the background and champagne for drinks. We slow dancing to the soft music. Eating exotic seafood for dinner. Then going for a long walk on the beach barefoot and hand in hand. Standing at the shore with the waves gently lapping at our feet, under a moonlit sky and a million stars, looking at each others eyes and ending with a kiss that lasts for eternity. Too bad it just a dream.
I had to stop daydreaming about her and get ready for work. I had to drag