More sweating today. More losing weight through the p9ower of sweat. Coated in a film and now I’m gonna go sliding to wherever I please. That is what I’m gonna do and there are few who can stop me. Probably few who would want to stop me.

I will be like a fish and slide around all over the place. An incredibly slimy fish. The film on me is so thick that I’m surprised I can even sit on my chair. Just absolutely filthy and atrocious.

Oh sure, I could have a shower right now. I could cool down and take better care of myself, but why would I do that when I have the power of being able to just slide for ages? I could slide to the mountains right now and I wouldn’t stop until I got there. Then I’d watch the sunset… tomorrow, on account of taking a while to get there by sliding. It wouldn’t take that long, to be fair, but it still would be a good few hours and I’d need rest after. I’d miss the sunset now, too, or rather the sunset which is soon. Therefore, there would be a need for rest.

Could probably just sleep under the stars, really treat myself to an open sky and take it all in, feel on top of the world or something. You know.

So where would I go after that? I supposed I’d go further west, stop off at Ewe and Anna’s, see how they’re doing. Specify that they can’t hug me as I’ll end up sliding through their grip. Specify no showers either as I need to make sure my filthy film remains intact. Then I’d keep going west after a few days. Go west and go see what else lies out there, beyond.

I’d go far. I’d slide a long way, and I’d keep on going, hoping that the film remains intact. Would need enough warm days in a row for that to happen, of course, but it would happen… hopefully. The moment it starts raining, I’d be in trouble if there was no shelter around. Or would I?

The rain would wash away the film, and I’d be a bit screwed and I’d have to deal with that situation. It would be an incredibly long walk back home and I wouldn’t want to hitchhike. Ergo, shelter would be the best move.

Once the rain passed I’d continue on my journey further west. I’d slide under open skies and through the dark, where there are no lights. Where everything is night and the stars reign supreme, shining and providing awe and wonder, and it would be beautiful and wonderful, and everything would be great. Everything would be fantastic, and I’d keep sliding underneath that. I’d keep going and I’d go for as far as I could, and I’d wonder to myself if life was meant to be so small and grand in that particular moment. I’d wonder, and I’d feel so lucky.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:56:36

I am so horribly sweaty at the moment. Glad I was able to get this bit of writing from it, though.

Written at home.