Paul stared at the water, but it was the same still blue. He cut an angry glance at Melissa.

“You told me they would swim past by now,” Paul reminded her.

“Come on, the school of Nemos were pretty cool,” Melissa replied, leaning over the rails.

There was always something relaxing about the desert. The way the wind droned over the dunes, the emptiness echoing it’s calm energy. From the tower we lived in, we could see it all. The horizon held nothing for us, but we knew if we were to cross the desert in the right direction, we would soon see home, a speck in the distance.

​Sitting at a desk wasn’t something I enjoyed, I preferred to be outdoors. It was one of those painful things I needed to accept with my condition. The less time I spent outside, the better. There was no safety and with eyes playing tricks on me it was a death wish as well. Thus, I sit at a desk, feeling the keys of a keyboard and opening my heart to the world.