a single stream of light poured out, seemingly from nowhere, onto a round table. i could see bits of dust as they wafted past the light. the air was uncomfortably sticky and heavy. it soon dawned on me that the room was only getting hotter, as if someone was turning up the thermostat degree by degree.
my attention soon turned back to the table, and i noticed a crystal glass with beads of water running down the side. I could see the cold coming off the drink and flow through the air. I licked my chapped lips and inhaled slowly, I was more than parched, i needed that drink.
I dook one step forward, although my gut told me not to. my gut said to stay where i was, that imbibing that drink would be certain death. i didnt know where this extrenuous ergency was coming from, so i ignored it, and took another step forward.