”Nefertiti…?” The man asked clearly confused. ”Why are you trying to go? The party’s in here!!”
And with that, I was uncontrollably sobbing. I just wanted to go home, and I was willing to do anything to do so.
The man inevitably noticed my crying and offered me my gift, which just so happened to be some ice cold water.
“Nefertiti, don’t be sad. I have your present right here.” He hands me a box wrapped in a green bow, reminiscent of a forest of green trees, not like I’ve ever seen one of those before.
“Hopefully it’ll cheer you up a bit. And no worries about almost breaking my window, I know it was just a happy little accident.”
“Yes, definitely an accident.”, I think to myself and chuckle, leaving a puzzled look on the mans face.
“Well, anyways, it would be best if you drink up as soon as possible. You look very parched.” After he said that, I was chugging the canteen of water as fast as you could say, “ok, boomer”.
I suddenly have the formidable feeling of falling out of the sky. This reminds of when I was born. What the frick? Taking notice of my surroundings, I come to a realization. SHOOT. I’m in a desert. Well, that’s new. I stand up, curious of what I might see, but I trip on something and fall right back into the oven-like sand. I look at my feet and there’s a dog. Looking closer I see that its head isn’t connected to its torso. How cute!
After my daily sit-down-and-think-about-your-life-choices session, my stomach makes a loud gurgling noise. Weird. I remember just drinking some water, I shouldn’t be as famished as I am. Acting on the loud gurgling noises coming from my stomach, I start to almost fruitlessly roam the desert in search of any food I can scrape up.
As the sun sets, I trail through the desert, my feet drowning in the sand. Suddenly, I hear a growl, reminding me of that time in summer camp when I was attacked by a vicious raccoon, giving me one of the worst cases of rabies known to man.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I literally feel my ear being ripped off of my head and my body is jerked to the ground. I look down to the ground, the tan sand turning to a vibrant crimson red. Oh, it’s my blood. My vision turns blurry and the last thing I see is a middle-aged man, towering over me, one leg on each side of my body.
The Middle Seat 