I am in a desert; starving; afraid. I cannot move, I am paralyzed in fear and hunger. I cannot think or speak, the only think I know is pain. I see something coming towards me. Hope. It is blurred with soft amber edges and boasts a golden center. It floats towards my mouth, and I let it. It is juicy, soft, gentle, and pure. A small bead of gold drops off the silver tip and lands directly in my parched mouth, running down my throat. It is everything, it is pure, it is sweet, it is what I need to survive. Once I start, I cannot stop. I need it, nothing else matters but the honey-like heaven that I tasted just enough of to want, but not enough to satisfy. I gasp for more, but the object floats away into the heavens. It is not for me; I cannot have more. I lay dying, the taste lingering in my mouth just long enough to turn bittersweet.