Burning

There was a long road that I was walking on, which was hardly a road at all except that I was walking on it. It was actually unending dry sand under a scorched orange sun punishing me for being in its presence. I awoke in that place from an unsettling dream within an unsettling dream, the feeling of looking into opposing mirrors and staring at infinity. Confused, I moved forward, walking for hours and days and years without any idea where I was going. When I finally stopped, I looked down and saw my own footprints in the sand ahead of me. Panicking, I looked behind me, but there were no traces of me there. I looked up at the sun and shook my head slowly, turned around and kept walking. But it got no colder.