| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/eyesofcleopatra.shtml Contests At last, I was in Egypt. I knew this because, even though I was blind, I could smell the dust in the air and hear the wind in my ears, and I just knew. I was savoring the feel of this land when I suddenly fell on my knees. I was so…exhausted. Flash. I could suddenly see again. My vision was hazy, but I could make out a familiar looking woman. She was carrying a venomous, spitting asp on her hand. I looked around me. I was inside a structure with chalky bricks lining the walls and all kinds of treasure around me. The woman let the asp loose, and I watched helplessly as it latched onto my neck. Flash. I opened my new eyes, and found myself next to my mom, who was pleasantly cooking a piece of meat over a fire. A burst of wind blew at my frame, and a sad voice echoed in my mind. This was how I died. I understood that that experience was meant to be kept secret. A silent compromise passed between me and the voice, and in a moment, the wind died out completely, leaving me in the silence of night.
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