How is that tropical islands come to mind? Now then...what was on my island?
I try not to think too much. Just let images come. And they do - so I very quickly have things on my island. They're a tunnel, a lagoon and a shark. Oh, and a flock of parrots.
It's all as you might expect - except for the tunnel. As I imagine myself there, I feel there's another person. Do I know who it is exactly? I think the person needs to remain vague. I might have an idea but my reader will have to guess.
Dreams are a lot about guessing. About what might be happening...
So,
On my island
there’s only one road
and it goes from me to you
On my island
there’s a flock of parrots
who talk to me of you
On my island
there’s a tunnel
a lagoon
and a shark
I'm beginning to enjoy this.