Descriptive essay about the coast

The Coast
As I wake up in the morning, I am suddenly staring at a grayish blue tent; through the inside of the tent, I can also see the beautiful, clear sky through the roof. My ears suddenly tune into the ocean waves splashing against the smooth rocks, and the cawing of seagulls as they glide into the salt waters in search for prey.
I finally decide to crawl over to my duffle bag and grab my coat. As I am unzipping the tent quietly as not to startle my family, I am suddenly gazing towards the bright reflection of the sun rising off the ocean. I take a step out of the tent…