Monday, March 17, 2008

Dehydration

I watch her walk by, oblivious to my pain. In her hand is a tall, cool drink. The glass is getting frosty and little droplets of water form on her hand as she holds the glass, sipping from it occasionally. I try to attract her attention, but I can't speak. I try moving to remind her that I exist, but I seem to be rooted to the spot. How long has it been since I drank some fluids? The dehydration is killing me. I can feel that it's getting harder to breathe. My skin is starting to turn yellow. Even the ground around me feet is parched and getting cracked. In this desert land, how can she have left me to fend for myself without a drink of water for three days??? What does she think I am? A cactus? I'm just a simple money plant. I need my water.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

If 'her' was 'him', how differently it reads! Keep it up.

dipali said...

Were you saved, dear money plant?
Or is this your ghost writing?

Tharini said...

Uh oh! I have this feeeling that this is exactly what my little creeper is also telling me. Only now do I hear it. Thank you for the reminder Ana.

eve's lungs said...

Feed it fast , you wikkit wikkit girl.

OrangeJammies said...

I love this piece! And I've been wanting a money plant forever...too bad you're too far away to steal a clipping. Apparently, it must always be stolen, never purchased.

Shairee said...

LOL! that wld be one of my plants [vaise the money plant is the ONE plant I have managed to keep alive...3yrs O:)]

Thinking Cramps said...

Status Report: I am absolutely fine, and well hydrated. And the money plant is still alive too! :)