Anxious. If someone asked me for one word to describe my life, I would use ‘anxious’. Or maybe ‘waiting’. The only thing protecting me is this fortress. Although, ‘fortress’ might not be a very good way to describe it. Our only defense from human invaders is this camouflage. No weapons, no military, low walls, no where to hide- at least not for long. Everyday I wait. For what, I don’t know. An attack? Drought? Disease? Doesn’t matter. I know I am destined for doom. Although, I have never felt doom. My life is perfect in every way. A castle full of healthy citizens, a beautiful wife and children, a full belly every day; no one has ever hurt my people. That is why I am so sure of doom. No one can live this perfect of a life without something happening eventually. That is why I live in fear. My seven year old once gave me a very valuable piece of advice. She said “don’t lose sight, daddy.”

I pondered that. ‘Don’t lose sight.’ What does it mean?

End of story. Comment what you think it means!!