Shelter from the storm

I wake up to the sound of a gentle rain; the remnants of last night's storm. I'm lying supine close to a tree, a makeshift shelter shielding me from the chill and a warm body next to me, keeping me warm. I can hear the ocean and breeze lifting the leaves of tropical trees.

"You're okay." my husband whispers.

"You're okay." I whisper back, tears dripping down my cheek.

We hold each other to keep warm. The sun is just rising. I think about the storm and being tossed to sea and I look back at him and my heart fills with joy; my only wish was granted. He's alive and okay.

I'm not sure how long we'll make it, but we have each other and that's enough.