Dream
I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I don't know why I am here. The only thing I know is that we are driving from Salty Springs to Sweaty Sands. With my companion, we have stolen a nice sportcar from the city. It is a little bit rusty, although it speeds as fast as a young mustang. On the top of that, the rusty markes aren't as visible as they would be because of the car's black colour. It looks like as if the car's origin colour would be black with brown patterns which I totally like. On the other hand, however, it worries me a little bit, because noone would steal it if the car would be a conspicuously dusty beauty. But now, who knows what will happen if leave it somewhere. Or if the storm comes. Noone can guarantee me that it will be still right there where we left. Maybe I should restore some of the dusty marks. I hope that would scare the others away.
