DUST

I dusted the dust off my rather dusty trousers. The dust dispersed into the air as only dust can do. It also went into my mouth... as only fucking dust can do!

I coughed.

It didn't help.

...

I need water.

Dust I had, as far as the eye could see and as deep as a lazy man was willing to dig. No water though. None. Zip. Nada... nah-thingo... maybe if I dug a little deeper... no let's stick with nothing.
They say a man can live without water for three to four days before he dies, while any man currently dying of thirst, as I happened to be, will tell you that in truth is more like a day and almost another day.
Oxygen on the other hand... about three minutes... fuck you dust!

Fuck you dust so much!

To be fair, it would most likely take another day or two for my heart to stop beating, lungs to stop pulling air from dust, but now, I am too weak to keep looking.
I let myself fall to the ground. Dust flies up all around me.... Why the hell did I dust off my pants earlier?
It is often at these moments that a person reflects on their lives and maybe wonders what they did to get into... Oh, I think I see water!?