Perfection
I gazed at the sand beneath my feet. So ugly.
I looked at the clouds. So meaningless.
The sparse cacti surrounding me. Pointless.
I sat on the coarse sand. It was so warm. So warm in the sun. Sunburn.
Goddamn sunburn.
The raw, hot skin on my arm, my face was so painful. My throat felt like papyrus. My eyes hurt. Everything was so bright.
I closed my eyes and lay back, not caring about the heat burning my chest. I lay like that for hours, maybe more. I slept. When I woke up, it was night time. The stars twinkled like jewels on a black blanket. Perfection.
The moon looked like a wheel of cheese. So hungry. Haven’t eaten in days.
I stood painfully. A pool shimmered in front of me. Animals drinking from it.
Water. Food.
I stumbled towards it, but I got no closer. With every step I took, it moved away from me.
Why are you so cruel?
I stopped, and the oasis stopped. I moved, and it moved. All it did was remind me.
So thirsty.
I collapsed in the cold, crisp night air. The ground parted under me. I was falling.
I hit the sand. It was day again. Everything was the same as before I had slept.
I couldn’t get up. So tired.
The product of tremendous boredom, reading Touching the Void in English class, and finding a desert in Terraria. Possibly the wierdest thing I have ever written. Enjoy.
