Sweat and insects.
Sticky and riddled with red bumps.
My skin is on fire.
The sun winks, the skeleton giggles.
Suddenly I stumble.
A damn root!
I fall flat on my face.
A stone archway looms in my vision.
Lush green trees beckon me with their limbs.
Fatigued and weak I tumble through the door.
Is this a mirage?