84 Boudoir Glamour Inc. #84

It was never hot.

The terrain became harder to walk on. Innumerable sand dunes.

I had lost track of time.

I had more and more trouble, but never wavering when I could see or hear her.

After a while, I asked her to keep a cadence.. a marching song.

It let her get me more focus while I was walking the shifting sands.

She seemed to like the song she hummed and sang.

Recalling that it was a kid's song.

I did not know any of the words, but her singing kept me going.