Why is salt salty, and sugar sweet... but more importantly, if ducks went extinct hundreds of years ago, how am I supposed to see duck wrestling... I really want that, it'd be exciting.
Dozens of stupid thoughts wrestled in my head, thoughts with no meaning and no use except trying to distract myself from this torment.
It was just two more days and here I am feeling like I'm about to die, like a cold fire is burning deep inside me and slowly burning my life away.
My breathing was heavy and slow like my lungs were struggling to do their job, I hadn't seen my reflection, but I bet there were obvious dark circles under my eyes, and my skin was already pale.
Sitting on a tree trunk under the sunlight, I struggled to clearly make out what was in front of me, a gray fog had settled at the edges of my vision, refusing to go away.
