Drip. Drip. Drip. I sighed heavily. 

"That dripping is incessant.", I thought before shivering. 

"It's so cold. How long has it been since I've eaten? Or felt my wife's warm embrace?" 

I pictured her face. Kind and endearing, with a slyness in her eyes unmatched by anyone I've ever met. Her face is framed by curly, tawny hair cut tightly to her chin. Her teeth are straight, with a little gap between the front two. Her eyes are piercing green, with little specks of yellow scattered throughout them. 

"She was so mischievous; and she always wore that dark purple lipstick and eye stuff.", I laughed weakly and smiled, "It's always been her favorite color and man did it look good on her". 

Thinking of it filled my heart with warmth.

 "I wish she would've come with me. Maybe she'd know a way out of this". 

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I looked over to the walls of my cursed enclosure. Almost completely soil, with a couple solitary rocks near the top and a root or two loosely hanging out from my previous escape attempts. The memories of the attempts brought a stinging sensation to the wounds I acquired doing so that still haven't healed. My face revealed the pain and sadness it brought me. 

"I wonder if she'll be okay without me. I hope our daughter is just like her. I wish I could've met her when she comes into this world.", my eyes started stinging with tears, "If she is, she'll be okay. I've never met anyone as cunning and as smart as her mother. Or as beautiful. Her mother has our family too to help. Her grandmother and I never got along together well, but I know she'd take care of her.", my eyes overflowed and tears started dripping down my face and my ears. I couldn't feel it though; my ears have numbed from the freezing cold. 

I haven't eaten in a while, but plenty of water drips down into my wretched cage from the snow melting up on the mountain. I suspect it's the only reason I've survived this long. 

There's an abundance of snow in the Gates of the Arctic National Park in Alaska. Plenty of bears too. I supposed that's what this is--a bear trap. From the bottom, it looks like it's at least 10 feet tall. Not enough to kill a bear, but enough to keep them in place long enough for a hunter to kill it. But this one seems abandoned; if it wasn't a hunter would've found me by now. Anyone would've found me by now. But I'm so deep into these God-forsaken mountains. I've realized that the park rangers must not come out this far, or even anywhere close to hear all of my screams for help. The only thing that keeps me sane is the sun rising and falling in the sky. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have any idea of the days and days I've been stuck here. The countless hours I've spent thinking of my family. There's no cell service out this far, so I have no one to talk to. Only my thoughts and memories keep me company. And the thoughts of my wife. I've given up all hope at this point--no one is coming to save me.