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My eyeballs are dryballs. My fingers are thirsty. My toes are thirsty. My hair is thirsty. I crave water. I crave moisture. It has rained all day and I have just come out of the bathtub. All of the water around me has evaporated. Air conditioning is very effective. All of the water in me has evaporated. I am a powdery mountain.

Everyone is asleep: my parents are asleep in their bed; my sister is asleep in my bed; my sister's friend is asleep in her bed; Andrew is asleep on the couch next to me; the kittoons are asleep on Andrew. And I am thirsty. I am savouring the thirst. I am rubbing my toes together and I can hear them whisper against each other. My lips are glued together. I am drying out. In an hour it will be dawn. In a minute I will stick my head under the tap and fill myself like a water balloon. The water will gush into my mouth, squeeze down my throat, trickle through my esophagus, splash into and swell my belly. Just thinking about it makes my mouth pucker and shrivel.

How long can I make this last.

Not long. I'm going to go get a drink.

Quietly so as not to wake Andrew.

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