Her journey would be long
She was new at kindling a fire
The flames were hungry but found no nutrients in the sands
Her journey would be long
As if a sorcerer, she rose her hands in the air, calling upon the earth
The cold took hold, choking her in the darkness
Her journey would be long
Without a fire, the night would be almost unbearable
But not for long– soon the sun would rise, setting the temperature aflame
Her journey would be long
She stuck to wrapping a skin around her body
The fat offered warmth
Her journey would be long
The yellow sun started to pulse, a deep orange and blinding white
Hot and beautiful
Her journey would be long
She started moving in her sleep
Strangled movements
Her journey would be long
Awake again, she glanced backward
She pawed through the sand
Her journey would be long
With no signs of water, she could die
But she would rather die trying
Her journey would be long
But she made it alive
And survived