A Paradise Island in Outer Space

A tiny ant crawled by my big toe. I gathered him on to my finger and said, "Hello tiny ant. Take a rest from all of your tireless searching and enjoy." I don't know if he did; ants don't really sit still for very long. I named him Geronimo and after a while sent him on his quest for food crumblets once again. Later I dreamed of Geronimo in his cozy little ant burrow, wishing for the soft expanse of my skin and wondering if he could ever be satisfied again with his dry, dusty home.