The wind gently brushed by, causing the grains of sand to tumble. Just like the longest rainy season eventually comes to an end, the next dawn brought with it clear weather shrouded by clouds, yet without the spread of windblown sand.
As the temperature inside the cave gradually increased, Idiot finally awoke from his slumber. His first act upon waking was to ensure that the infant girl in his arms was…
"…"
It seemed she needed more sleep.
He sighed with relief, surveying his surroundings. The cave was eerily quiet, save for the pile of extinguished embers that were once a campfire. There was nothing else that flickered in the dimness.
Was it all just a dream?
He looked around once more, yet still, no other living soul was in sight—besides him and the baby girl.
It must have been a dream, he thought.
