I could feel my self waking
My body still weak but sleep had given me some energy
I could see far out the sun rising over the horizon
The sky painted orange and yellow, bright and sultry
I could hear the waves brushing up against the shore
It was a beautiful sight, that mesmerized me but my mission wasn't forgotten.
It has been three days and I could only survive one more without water or food
I had to find shelter, food, clothes, something. All i have is a broken ticking clock
which reads "7:44" But I had no way to know if this was the time or not.
My clothes are torn and tatered; my head throbbing like I my liver was filled with scotch. I had to drink something.
My mouth was dry and my tongue was raw. i began to walk unto the beach, dragging my body to the shore. Then dropping it at the shoreline.
I knew it would make me sick
But I had to have it.
I begun to drink the saltwater like a dog, gulping it down hurriedly.
