Drip, drip, drip, as the water slips down stones.
The scent of moss hangs in the air and my eyes have grown wide to see things. I can’t survive on my scent alone, it’s only the first observation. Family or stranger, food or poison. This is what I can smell.
I can’t smell the light, but I can see it. The light is where the cave stops being black, and grey shadows appear on the walls. I go to the light.
Moss turns to flowers as the temperature rises. Less cold now. More warmth. My eyes shrink down as I exit the cave.
Soft wet grass under my feet. Birds peck at the dirt. I sense they are family. Distant, but family. Sweetness pulls me to the right. A tree has dropped berries just for me.
This one smells old. Poison. This next one is not yet fresh. Poison. These three are nice. I take the big one with the most juice inside.
Food.
I close my eyes in the light and I am warm.
Inspired by the 5 Minute Freewrite Prompt - Lizard Cave provided by the lovely @mariannewest!
