Untitled monologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki. Boo hoo!

Hungry.

Cold.

Wait. What is hungry? Is it a feeling--is it a thing? I haven't seen hungry before. Is it colourful? Why do I think of hungry?

I need. . . something? I think very hard. Flower? I would like a flower, with pretty pink petals and a long, thin green stem. But no, I don't think it would stop hungry.

Heaviness-around my hands. They are cold; they bite. I turn my wrists, unsure. I bite them, shake them.

Pain! It bursts in my mouth. Ahotwildfire. But with a nice sound. Cold jingly scraping.

I can't see very well. No. . . light?

Gold--(light?)--pooling in a corner. It feels warm but. . . I can't touch it. So beautiful. Like. . . like. . . .

Hungry.

Dark. No light.

Water? I hear a splashing-splish splash splish. . . . drippy, dribbly. Trickling under the ground. Cold ground. It sometimes sounds like--a hiss, or a roar in the dark. Thirsty?--no, not hungry. Night? Dark night.

Ear to the ground; the cold, hard ground. Not earth: too hard. Stone? Is that it? Will it make hungry go away? No, it won't fit into my mouth.

Still hungry. No light.

Smells like rain. Air pressing on my skin. A soft fuzzy blanket.

Too quiet. No voices. Nobody walking around, nobody busy. Nobody laughing. What is laughing? It feels--bright.

Wind blows. So, so, SO hungry.

Gold flashes. Flower? No (too shiny). Walking--up the rock. Angry.

"Oi! Are you the one who was calling me?"

Sounds noisy. But not laughter. Golden hair. I see. . . the sun?

Not hungry and still hungry.