In a Park on a Lark

The sensation that he was covered with dew was the first inclination that he was outside. The second sensation was that he was naked.

"Now what?" he muttered to himself as he cracked open his eyes into the morning light.

Max awoke in the park; he was lying face up looking at a morning sky. He brought his hands to his face to shield his eyes from the brightness and that's when he noticed that he was covered in tattoos.

He paused. He stared at the tattoos for a bit longer and noticed that they were swirling on his skin. He watched as they moved about, like water on a shore.

"This is new," he whispered. He was fascinated with the dancing patterns on his skin.