~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Ants were crawling and squirming onto the bread on the young man's pouch. They have been storing foods before the rainfall.
It won't stop until they finish working on it. Until a few of it writhed on the sleeping young man's face.
Some of them gathered into his lips and bite it as they have thought that there's something sweet on it.
"Aww, my lips!" He woke up suddenly when he felt something irritating into his lips.
He touched his face and quickly found an ant. "Ant?"
Speaking of it, he remembered that he brought bread and potatoes against hunger. He abruptly opened the pouch and saw a lot of ants, eating and carrying it.
"I am unhappy to get rid of all of you. But, I don't want to be hungry too."
One by one, he mashed it.
Until he realized that he wasn't alone. He wasn't in the perfect place, to be exact.
"Sahara! Wake up!"
