Response Essay: Dolly's Journey To The Ocean

Dolly has an emotion point system. She requires herself to use five happiness points before she’s allowed to slip away beneath the surface. When her points dwindle and she feels the tide lapping at her toes, she reaches out to me without hesitation, seeing as I have always been her anchored friend in the churning seas. The ocean is her condition and I am the captain of our seasoned warship, a stand in for our connection. She becomes stagnant as the waters rise, the calm before the storm. Dark clouds begin to fill the skies, completely obliterating the sun. In these moments I know to prepare for severe weather. On our ship I sail the swells and salty waves that pound against the already weathered wood of the hull to keep the ship afloat.
No matter how dark the waters become I sail on for I am
With him there are no happiness points or rolling in of the tides to warn me of imminent danger, therefore there is no transition from pleasurable fertile earth to desolate wasteland. He makes it evident that I am not welcome in his desert, but I take a gamble by treading on. Scorching winds and swirling sands ward off all travelers except me. Though we are supposed to be partners, I’m a naive and lone wanderer. When I look to the hazy horizon to see miles upon miles of arid land I ask myself why I wander around where my voice falls on deaf dunes and where the screaming winds immediately sweep away my footprints from the sand. His desert is searing and unforgiving. In place of rolling currents are swells of sand and lakes dried long ago. Thick clouds are replaced by the endless sky here, offering no protection from the eternal sunlight. My pale skin cracks and dries in such harsh heat. Nevertheless, I can’t be angry with the desert for its lack of water or high temperatures, and I most certainly can’t be angry for having unfulfilled desires for an oasis which will be