My muse is almost officially dead. Oh great. -.- ~Jazzy

Games: 46

Key Word: Sleep
POV:
Cialo Frost, district 8

Sleep

I walked on through the wasteland of an arena, sweat dripping from my brow. I didn't know what day it was in the arena, nor how long I had been walking. I hadn't seen any other tribute for days. I hadn't slept in days either. In the distance, I heard a cannon fire.

Then a great hovercar swooped down upon me. I was greeted by congratulations, and people examined me. They offered food, but I declined. All I wanted was sleep.

I would worry about my newfound fame and fortune later. The peaceful oblivion of rest awaited…