posted on May, 31 2011 @ 11:33 PM
Sweltering wasn't even the word I was looking for. It was like baking, that's it. I'm baking. How did I get here? Memory gone.
Slowly I moved forward, what seemed like forward anyway. Like an ant under a boy's magnifying glass on an August day.
I had never seen the desert in person but I had heard about it. Focus on water, must focus on finding moisture.
Hours went by, I plodded ahead. My tongue felt like an old square pencil eraser. I fought a strong urge to search for small vegetation, maybe a spare
insect for a meal, disgusting. What have I
What nobody knew wasn't the problem. They must have put me here. Here in the Sun to die alone. It's fitting, really. I was warned.
Clouds of dust in the distance signaled something coming, something large, loud, and fast. From a distant memory I somehow remembered what this was,
some type of transport but for what or whom I couldn't say.
It's close now. Two small suns grew brighter in its smile. Maybe it was here to save me from this dry Hell, like an Angel. The wheels turn around
below, quite mesmerizing.
Shifts of silver sands then changes my view. It looms close, growling...At me? Is this why I am here?
Oh. Impact, then instant Bliss. I see now, I know now. It was a test. There was no pain, at least.