As soon I reached outside, I was hit with the cool sensation of the autumn air. It soothed my burning throat almost instantly, though I was still parched for water.
I could hear the clicking of the sprinkler system not far from where I stood. As I got closer, the mist began to speculate my features. The already cold air got much colder. Soothing away the pain Marlon had caused.
I rinsed my fingers through the cold water, relieved that nobody was around to spot me. There wasn’t a sound for miles; only the soft sounds of the trees moving through the wind and the far-off distant birds flying through the late morning sky.
I didn’t remember the last time I rinsed with fresh water; back on the slave farm, the water we used to bathe was always used and dirty. By the time I was able to bathe,
