I can see my home in the distance, heat waves making the vision of the entrance blurry. I walk towards the shelter swiftly, the entrance is ominous, dark, and creepy, but anything is better than stying outside. The outside heat made my joints and muscles feel ached and sore, but the darkness of the room cools me off. I cant’t see my surroundings but I can sense them, I feel the rough ground sink in with every step I take. With my next step the ground turns smooth and the floor turns chilled like Im walking on ice. I sniffle smelling something, “food!” I think to myself. I haven’t eaten all day, it smelled like steaks on a grill. My mouth watered in excitement, I hear my prey take a step and then It goes silent; “crunch,” I hear it take another. I lunge at it with full force; one bite and it’s done. It taste better than it smelled, a rush of saltines hit me and right after a wave of sweetness hit me. Just like bitting into a prime ribbed steak, it tasted so good.
After a hearty meal i’m ready to sleep, It felt like I had just had a Thanksgiving feast, nothing better. My dreams were simple, a sunset gleamed over the horizon, I was with my parents sitting and laughing. Contempt with the day, I accepted the fate of the next with a sense of fulfillment and went to sleep with a smile that said expressed a thousand different words.
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