I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.

I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.

You're right, he's a killer," you said. "A rooster with some serious issues.

How would she find her herd? How would she find you?

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.

Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged "You would have recued me by now if you were Superman." I said quietly. "Who says I haven't? " Anyone would say you haven't. Anyone's just looking at it wrong then." You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can't steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities." And you don't have them already?

When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.