I sat on the edge. Looking out over the never-ending pond. The sand that rimmed the water was soft and crumbly. When you stepped on it, your foot sunk gratefully into the warm smooth sand. It's the perfect getaway; peaceful, silent, serene. The sky is never dark, always sunny, always bright. Clouds hang in the air along with a slight mistiness. The pond is the best part. Astoundingly clear water that laps soothingly upon the sand. The sound of the small waves is guaranteed to put you to sleep. And it seems to stretch forever, never stopping, never wavering; always continuing.
Standing, I breathe in the clean air. It's the cleanest it'll ever been and has ever been. Smiling at the water, I take off my shoes and strip down to my underwear. As I wade into the cool, clear water I close my eyes, breathe in one last time, and dive into the water; opening my eyes only when I know water surrounds me. I'm always amazed at the sights I see. Coral reefs, exotic fish, only me and the wild; just how I like it, and just how it's been for many years.
I breech the surface of the water and look around; I'm not very far from the shore. Looking at the sky I see storm clouds approaching from the West. Sighing I swim back to my clothes and run to get back home. It hasn't raining in a little over a month so this was defiantly a blessing. Slowing down as I reached the edge of the forest, I lay my clothes on a branch and tried to get the remaining water out of my annoyingly long hair. Checking the sky again, I saw that the clouds where almost over head.
Cursing, I ran as fast as I could. I live with my brother in a tree. I think they used to call it a tree house, but i'm not sure. After the big storm happened years ago, the last remaining humans broke apart all over the world. I guess we've slowly forgotten the old language. Arriving at the tree, I whistled and saw my older brother poke his head out of the window. Smiling, I watched him lower the ladder we use to get to and from the house.
It's a fairly large house. Two floors in size, it can only hold two people; me and my brother. The second floor is designated specifically for sleeping, that's where our beds are. The first floor has a fire pit, where we cook all the food, and a make-shift couch. Over the years we have managed to scavenge things from the towns nearby; books, paintings, glasses, bowls, eating utensils; which we are very thankful for. Climbing into the "living room" I hugged him and climbed upstairs to get some dry clothes.
"It's about to rain!" He said cheerfully. Coming back down the ladder, I smiled and dropped onto the couch.
"I know, it's going to be wonderful. What are we having to eat?" I asked leaning forward. Walking to the fire, he hauled up a rabbit. He knows I love rabbit is I ran over and hugged him again. "Well, let's get cooking!" I screamed happily, just in time too, for the water droplets started to fall. The sounds of thunder and the strange yellow light of lightening carried all throughout the night as me and my brother slept.
The world "ending" was what everyone used to call it. I don't know what they were thinking because it's the best thing that could have happened.
Standing, I breathe in the clean air. It's the cleanest it'll ever been and has ever been. Smiling at the water, I take off my shoes and strip down to my underwear. As I wade into the cool, clear water I close my eyes, breathe in one last time, and dive into the water; opening my eyes only when I know water surrounds me. I'm always amazed at the sights I see. Coral reefs, exotic fish, only me and the wild; just how I like it, and just how it's been for many years.
I breech the surface of the water and look around; I'm not very far from the shore. Looking at the sky I see storm clouds approaching from the West. Sighing I swim back to my clothes and run to get back home. It hasn't raining in a little over a month so this was defiantly a blessing. Slowing down as I reached the edge of the forest, I lay my clothes on a branch and tried to get the remaining water out of my annoyingly long hair. Checking the sky again, I saw that the clouds where almost over head.
Cursing, I ran as fast as I could. I live with my brother in a tree. I think they used to call it a tree house, but i'm not sure. After the big storm happened years ago, the last remaining humans broke apart all over the world. I guess we've slowly forgotten the old language. Arriving at the tree, I whistled and saw my older brother poke his head out of the window. Smiling, I watched him lower the ladder we use to get to and from the house.
It's a fairly large house. Two floors in size, it can only hold two people; me and my brother. The second floor is designated specifically for sleeping, that's where our beds are. The first floor has a fire pit, where we cook all the food, and a make-shift couch. Over the years we have managed to scavenge things from the towns nearby; books, paintings, glasses, bowls, eating utensils; which we are very thankful for. Climbing into the "living room" I hugged him and climbed upstairs to get some dry clothes.
"It's about to rain!" He said cheerfully. Coming back down the ladder, I smiled and dropped onto the couch.
"I know, it's going to be wonderful. What are we having to eat?" I asked leaning forward. Walking to the fire, he hauled up a rabbit. He knows I love rabbit is I ran over and hugged him again. "Well, let's get cooking!" I screamed happily, just in time too, for the water droplets started to fall. The sounds of thunder and the strange yellow light of lightening carried all throughout the night as me and my brother slept.
The world "ending" was what everyone used to call it. I don't know what they were thinking because it's the best thing that could have happened.
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