I couldn't breathe..the heat was suffocating. I wanted a drop of water, there was none to be seen.
My skin was buring, there was no shade in sight. I was dying, slowly.

I walked for miles, desert filled my shoes. I fell to my knees as night approached. It looked as if
I were praying to God, if there actually were a God. I only want a cool breeze and just a drop of
liquid to drink.

The sun faded, leaving the night to blanket me. I stared at the stars as they faded in and out. It
still hurts to breathe. Music fills my ears, as I drift off to sleep.

I wake to find myself in a dream...or so I thought. Did i actually pray a prayer that came true? I
rub a dirty hand across my swollen eyes.

He said not to move, and placed a cold rag over my eyes. He smelled of camel, and some cheap
cologne. I gagged. Dreams don't smell this way...or do they?

Music raged on, as I lay with the rag over my eyes. He held my head, and let me sip from a ladel.
Again, I gagged. The water tasted....old?

I could hear laughter, screaming, crying. Was I in hell? Heat from the fire scortched my skin,
until the man carried me to another room. I was a child again...or was this man big?

A cool breeze moved my hair, and then wound it's way down my body. he had brought me outside, laid
me on the now cool sand. I started to speak, he held a finger to my lips. Don't leave me, I
mumbled, as I started to fall asleep...Or come out of a dream.

I lay, alone, full of sand.