Star Gluttony

erely made of sand? Come to think of it, I don really remember anything that much about my real self ever since I started dreaming. All I know is that, I met a little Goddess from the school.

Anyways, I now decided to roll and roll sideways in the sand. I rolled, rolled, rolled, and rolled. Like, the same as a slide, I rolled. I feel like Im cooking myself. By rolling myself in the hot sand, Im slowly cooking my skin. ”Weeeeeeeeeee! ” It is enjoyable. Rolling is enjoyable. I finally discovered a new hobby, and that is to roll around.

Well, unfortunately, I can do the same thing over and over and over again. Like, its tiring, so I got bored instantly. It is boring. While I wondered what to do, I finally wondered—I mean, I now know what to do next.

So, doing what Im thinking, I then tried to make balls using sand. Like, snowballs. Their structure is almost the same afterall. Unfortunately, it just kept going down through the gaps of my fingers, so I can make a snowball made of sand. Well, now that I think about it, if its a snowball made of sand, then it is called a sandball. Oh wait, I think I now know why I can made some sand balls, I think I need water here.

Hah, Im wondering—is the desert still hot at night time, or is it actually cold? Damn, theres so many dust in here. Well, how long have I been here, I wonder too. This dream takes eternity. Though, I don want to wake up. Everything feels nice here. I can feel pleasure in the pain I have in my dreams, while pain in reality is really a pain.

”Hah. ” I sighed for no real reasons, I just wanted to. I sigh, whenever I want to sigh. I sat up properly this time, thinking to what to do. Seconds later, I now finally have thought about to do next. I will draw something, something meaningful.

I drew a very large line art of a star, with a human mouth in the middle.

I remember that black thing that eats everything in the space. Black hole. Black hole eats, and I want to eat too. Though, calling it a black hole kinda doesn suit my tastes. So, I drew this star, with a human mouth in the middle. This art represents my own black hole—and I call it, Star Glutonny.

”Well, it doesn really mean anything. ” I talked to myself, me, and I, alone.

I layed down in the middle of my star. I closed my eyes, everything turned black for some reason, and I can see now. I closed my eyes, now since its closed, I slept. And I really slept, since Im sleeping now.