Above me, shining down like missile fire, was the sun. I couldn't hide, because I wasn't really trying to. I like to think I was it's prisoner though, and it's way of interrogating me was to turn my flesh a darker shade. I mean, that's how most interrogations are done. I've seen movies.
I waited, trying to figure out it's game. I managed to maintain a blank expression, not wanting to do anything too soon. A few years past, and I did indeed get darker, but there was still no sign of what course I should take. I just kept my eyes open for anything funny.
It was becoming difficult to remain there. I hesitated, and did nothing. I knew the next move was up to me. I couldn't wait any longer. I broke down and cried. I had no choice. It was up there, watching every move. I played a five. I lost.