Points of View - First Person.txt
Many a people call a day as "good" when they have their job done without any problems, a filling, tasteful meal, some happy moments... If I have to call a day "good", then the conditions stretch out far more than that. But right now...
Imagine yourself in my skin. A brown mimiga with light attire. Trapped in some pit, right after hitting a rock flooring with your back. Getting some scraps all over your arm after the fall, fingertips included. And as if the sting wouldn't be enough to tick you, only then remmeber to look where you are, just to realize you landed into the hidey hole of a family-sized antlion,
Imagine a big, lumpy bug with jaws as sharp as heck. Throw needle-shaped legs in, plus a resistant exoskeletion to protect this beast. Littered around it, old ribs, bones and other remains of those unlucky enough to share my fate days back... No, no, maybe a year, they're that dry... Meaning it can either be pissed for having a invasor, or happy for having a prey after too long.
Imagine now having to face a beast like that with your hands not gripping properly thanks for the scratches you got from the cordless bungee-jump I just had to go through, add again the fact that the landing knocked all the air out of you like a paper bag. And to top it off, it looks like your legs just decided to fail on you, making it tricky to get up.
Would you call it a "good day", after all those details?
Well, I would... I do... Three weeks without eating nothing at all? Living on water only? And you'd let a chance like that slip through your fingers?
Oh believe me, it looks gross when you hear me talking like that... But someone starving for that long, tend to stop caring from where the food came from... Not only that, but the antlion happens to be a mother, taking care of three juicy-looking eggs, in a pileup of twigs for a nest ...
Pardon my manners, ma'am, but today is a good day for lil' hungry me...!