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?