It’s hot.
I am shaking.
In my haste to be on my way, I left behind many things, but of all the things for me to forget…
Each turn of my head brings in the scent of them. Their sweat hangs on the air like perfume and I am seriously jonesing.
The crew has thrown down scraps that no one has eaten, so we are all hungry, but little do they know how much easier they have it.
Their food is unappealing.