Birthright

I’d never given much thought to dying- though I’d had my reason enough in the last few months- but even if I had, I wouldn’t have imagined it like this. Then, on top of it all, I survived. I wish I had died. The yearning, the need, the want of the one thing that will sustain my life is becoming extinct. Its texture, soft, sometimes course, but nevertheless, I crave it so much that I have dreams about piles and piles of it. Mountains of it. Such joy it gives my heart and then I wake up to my nightmare. I stared across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and she looked pleasantly back at me. She’s beautiful. Skin ivory, soft, scented lightly with Jasmine I just want to taste her lips. At least it was a good way to die. I knew that if I’d never gone to China, I wouldn’t be about to die now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it c