One day I was out on the old boat doing some

One day I was out on the old boat doing some fishing when I hear someone yelling from in the middle of the lake. I drive my boat over and I see

sand. Mirage. I look up again at the relentless sun. How I got separated from the desert tour group, I'll never know. I sunk to my knees in despair. I had no food & no water. Only

a knife,a map and a tent. How was I going to be able to get through the desert without water though? I started to walk, a straight line into the sun so i wouldn't be lost

. I had opened the canvas of my tent and tied it around my head and my shoulders. No shade in the desert. And no water of course. I had punched a dotted line in the map as to

nic against the sinking realization that there was no path to be found in the shifting dunes. I wandered the desert wearing a canvas tent on a camel with no name. "I'm Nefertiti"

I said at one point, but it was written on the wind. I left my camel at an oasis and wandered back into my new home. The sun, the heat, the cold, the stars. I left my body

con dress by the front door and went straight to the bath. Fragrant steam soon soothed my exhausted mind and body. Would the camel be alright on its own? I thought dreamily

. I finally finished watching "Lawrence of Arabia" and his piercing pale blue eyes followed me, as I slept in the bathtub. I had the strangest dream. It was about

Living in a hotel with travellers from all over. I had room 5; it was small with bedsitter flat furnishings and it was cheap. Someone spoke to me about "Eyes Wide Shut" and I

awoke to realize that the voice came from a tiny rendering of Steve Buscemi's face that someone had painted into a tacky floral painting on the wall. His eyes were wide shut.