Day 2- Morning

It was freezing all night, so to keep warm I walked. I didn’t have a direction in mind, I just walked in a straight line, hoping I would escape this endless desert. I didn’t. For all I know, I went even deeper in its territory. It’s getting hot again. I’m going to lie in the shade of a dune until noon, and then move to the other side until it cools again. Hopefully it will distract me from my thirst.

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Day 2- Evening

I managed to get by the whole day without drinking water, except a few drops at noon, but the strain is unbearable. The cold would have dried the sweat on my body, but I had already collected the moisture with a rag torn from my shirt. I’m currently drinking on the scrap of cloth, disgusting as it may sound, because those drops of liquid are what’s keeping me from downing my meager supply. My tongue is gummy and my saliva is thick. I feel dizzy, but I already drank actual water today. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

With every step I take, I feel the water slosh in the canteen. It feels so delicious, but if I drink it now I’ll die of thirst even sooner. I need to ration is, but I’m so thirsty. Is this hell?