The sand around him was much too warm to be comfortable on such a hot day, but with every handful that was piled onto him, the sand beneath the surface layer was much cooler and provided a comfortably cool blanket. He lay on the ground with his eyes closed, using Deb’s shadow to keep the sun off his face. There was no danger here, and he could almost picture this as a time before zombies.
“Faster, woman. I’m roasting in this heat.”
Probably it would’ve been wiser to keep his mouth shut, lest he risk getting a handful of sand dumped on his face. But he wasn’t that wise and preferred playing his own little games to actually behaving. He rationalized that it was completely fair to give Deb a little teasing, considering he was the one with all the sand sinking into his swim trunks.
“The kids’ve probably built their giant sandcastle by now and here you are, taking your time on my legs.”