Wet Grass I wake up to feel wetness cover my entire body like a wave. I realize it's just grass, but why would it be this wet? I hop on my feet and look up to see pink clouds and a Half sun. I couldn't tell if the sun was going up or down. I stumble backwards, and then fall competently falling face first on a hard surface. I get up the second time, and touch my noise that is now covered in blood. When I manage to get the blood off, my hands are stained with blood. After a while of thinking, I decided to get a fire going. While I was in Chinatown, this guy gave me flint and steel; and taught me how to use it. I found a good tree and started picking the twigs and branches. I sat down next to the fire and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up the next day the fire was gone. It was cold. I felt like was gonna cry. "Suck it up" I told myself. At the end of the day, I did starve. At the end of the day I did thirst. But I never stopped wondering why the grass would be really wet. And I will never stop.