Moments before my death

I was sitting under beach umbrella;
sharing  soul kiss and Merlot with Rita
when a deafening noise in the vicinity
followed by an agonizing pain
at the back of my head stunned me
and a pod of seabirds.
Bordeaux glass fell from my grasp
and rolled over, spilling every bit
of that divine liquid on sand.
Darkness fell, a giggle escaped,
a handsome pat landed on my back.
Then my limp frame toppled over
amidst the rush of waves and flutter
of escaping petrels.