He looked for a water bottle in his bag as he fell down gasping for breath. He was lucky enough to have around two sips of water in there. That little water melted away the dryness in his throat that was making difficult for him to breathe. Standing in between the whole vast desert and looking all around him, he realised that he was lost. The world seemed never ending from that spot. He wanted to cry but could not afford to waste the water in his body that moment.
Eyes turning red, skin burning with the heat, he had nowhere to go and nothing to cover himself with. His feet were filled with sand that was finding even the tiniest of space between his toes. Water!! He saw a pool of water. He ran towards it struggling not to get stuck in that sinking desert. Kept walking towards it. Alas! It was a mirage. He wanted to shout and cry loud for the Almighty to listen to his misery.
Suddenly the sand started to engulf him in. He felt helpless and cried for help but who would even listen to his feeble voice that was yearning for a little water. The desert was eating him up, only his head left above the sand.
A loud shout and he woke up holding his blanket tight. Realizing the air condition not working and sweat all over his face and his throat so dry that even his saliva won’t slide down.
Oh it was a dream! He sighed with relief. His hand went up his forehead to wipe the sweat and there it was, sand in his hands and clothes that left him frozen.