I'm too tired. I need some peace. I need some sleep. I'm getting dragged over the sand of the shore with my lips cracked, skin chapped, and my eyes dry. I'm dehydrated, my mouth drier than sand, my legs unresponsive, as i watch them leave trails on the ground, flopping around like fish out of water. I'm having hallucinations, being dragged through the hallways of my life, from the falls i've had to the Everests that i've conquered. I think of letting go, but my subconcious won't let me. Something holds on to me, even when i let go, continuing to pull me on.

Suddenly it starts to rain, first descending as nothing more noticeable than a mist, to a slight sprinkling of water, the way one does with salt, and ends with pea sized droplets of water pelting down from above. The raindrops awaken me from my semiconsciousness, and i strain to open my eyes. As much as it stings, the my eyes immerse themselves in this new found moisture as i blink slowly but steadily. A sensation soon arises from my mouth, leading me to realise that my mouth is wide open, and i rush to swallow the water that enters.

I sense newfound hope. I'm still alive.

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