Wells Hanley

My earliest memory as a child was falling asleep listening to the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my pillow. In my half-asleep state, the rhythmic pulsing would morph into the footsteps of a small group of camels. I would watch them from a bird's eye view. Though they were crossing a great desert on the other side of the world, their arrival was certain. There was a sense of immediacy I felt whenever I would see them. As consistent as the beats of my heart, their footsteps would bring them closer at each instant. I knew that they were coming for me, and that one day they would arrive. Decades have passed and now their arrival feels more imminent than ever.