Wandering Voyager

It was calm. 

It was calm before they had awoken. 

No thought could plague them. 

They were at peace. 

The mistake they made was waking up. The dam that was their eyelids, that guarded them from reality, had burst. 

A flash flood of water began to erode their mind. Before they knew it, they were surrounded by water on all sides. Violently being thrashed by waves. Tossed by currents. 

As if regaining their consciousness wasn’t enough, they had to fight for survival.  

They took their final breath. 

Darkness began to settle. 

Their body went numb after exerting too much energy. With their last thought being, “…why”. 

They awoke again. Washed up on the shore of a fruitless land. The only form of vegetation had dried up long ago. They were the only life that existed. 

The voyager regained their strength, and slowly made their way through the desolate place. 

“If I lie here, I’d go mad”, they thought. 

They aimlessly wandered. Unable to find food or aid. As they steadily trudge deeper inland, they weren’t able to decern night from day. They had walked in an endless loop, praying back for the time before all this started. 

They didn’t know who they were, or why they ended up there. The only thing that kept the voyager going was their preternatural drive to survive.