Evermore

I wondered the dry landscape alone. Unsure of where I am going, determined to never go back. In the distance, a well. A mirage? Too good to be true, I tell myself. Despite the alarms in my head I push forward. It’s smooth stone cool to the touch. The fragrance of clean, life giving water washes over me. How long has it been since my thirst has been truly quenched? I drink deeply, greedily. As if I have never tasted water so fresh, so life giving. I sleep with my cheek pressed to the coolness of the stone, shaded from the harsh sun by the enormity of the well. How long did I sleep? Time seems to be immeasurable. I never want to leave this place of comfort and refreshment. But I know I need more then what is offered here. One last drink I tell myself, then I will go. But one turns to two, then three, then another day, another sleep. I know I must leave, I can not survive here. But what is out in the desert? What if I can not make it alone? The well begs me stay. Invites me to swim in its black waters. Promises safety. What harm can come from a well? I strip myself bare, and begin to lower into the unknown. Vulnerable, unsure, too trusting. The waters slip over my feet, and seem to pull me into them. Comforting at first, but all at once terrifying. I am too deep. Too far in now. I fight the waters for release, for air. Pushing my way back to the surface. Grasping the stone to pull myself out with what little strength remains. I can not hesitate, I must get free, get out. Heaving myself over the side onto the dry, hot ground. Gathering my things and turning my back to the well I set my eyes on the horizon. I may not make it on my own, but I will not stay here and let comfortable death lull me in again.