The First of Many
The cold despair set in and you panic as you realize that you are all alone in the middle of nowhere. You are completely surrounded by steep mountains that would be treacherous to attempt to climb. There is but one thing other than you in the small clearing where you stand. A tree, whose top looks like the cloud of a nuclear blast. The warm, dry air; which cracks your throat, makes you realize your need for water. You listen hopefully for the sound of a trickling stream in the distance, but you are disappointed as you hear nothing but a faint breeze and the howl of a coyote in the distance. The only comfort you have is the chocolate bar that is in your pocket. You contemplate whether you eat it now or save it for later. You can’t resist the sweet, intoxicating aroma it emanates. You decide to eat it now, rather than later, as you plop it into your watering mouth. As much as you try to saver it, it is gone within a matter of seconds. As the sun sets, you become weary, knowing you must find a place to settle in for the night. You see the tree and its limbs, inviting you to take refuge in its embracing arms. Unable to resist the comfort the tree provides, you climb into it and drift away into the first of many nights to come.
