The country culture challenge contest // trapped in oblivion

Then the sound of birds chirping
from a distance and the gentle
breeze that ran through my
skin didn't really do much to
bring me back to consciousness;

I must have been in one of my usual daydreams which I usually
had about myself on a vacation
in the Bahamas sunbathing while
listening to my favourite music -

so I thought not until what felt
like bird beaks sharply hit my
forehead twice and then I
sprang up my feet like a
gazelle that saw a cheetah
approaching its perimeter, my
energetic uplifting chased the
Vultures far from me which they had thought to be a fresh
carcass for a sumptuous evening
meal.

At first I stood there rather
confused than terrified because
this was not the usual
daydream and for a certainty this was not the Bahamas!

In the speed of light , many thoughts ran through my head; where am I ? what am I doing
here ? how did I get here ? who else is here ? who brought me here ? ;

Sand grains fell off my hands as I lifted them to make a funnel
on my mouth as i screamed
“hello, is anybody here ? hello!”

I stood in fear and hopelessness
as my voice echoed back to me with more intensity and boldness than I had said it.

I could hear my heart beating like
war drums, my knees and elbows sunk low like one thousand
kilograms of Stone hanged off of them and my pores released sweat like a malfunctioning water
tap - i was almost drinking my own sweat.

My insecurity and hopelessness was already getting the better of
me, moving barefooted hastily from
nowhere to nowhere, the clouds gave way for the rumbling thunder
and night was rapidly approaching, I've never been more
terrified than this my whole life, right in front of me was a thick
forest and i couldn't tell if my
eyes played tricks on me or it
was my imagination as i thought i saw eyes staring intensively at me,

“Hello, is anyone there?” time after
time I kept asking the air, behind me was the shark infested
ocean water and above me was
the vultures and ravens ready to
devour my skin into shreds.

I was already drowning in thoughts
that even in the abundance of
oxygen, it was as though i was
gasping for air, positivity had
vanished from my wondering mind
and hopelessness had robbed me of every atom of optimism in me,

From the looks of things, I was as good as dead, it was only a
matter of time before the vultures
finally had their dinner.

Now the day has turned to night,
the cool breeze was now freezing
cold and the chipping birds was
now crowing vultures, maybe if I
was hopeful enough I would have
thought of the possibilities of
making a fire during the day or a shelter or even finding a way
out of here,

In hopelessness I lay down on the
cold sand in defeat and close my eyes in wait of whatever comes
next as my mind canvases my
whole being for the last strand of hope to give me at least a
worthy and befitting death,

just when suddenly I heard a loud shout from close range
“surprise! Happy Birthday!” - i sprung
up my feet again, this time looking more terrified than confused, my head turning from left to right
to see if i was still on that
dreaded island, “happy birthday
honey!” mum said as she stroked
her hand on my shoulders and
back to relieve me of the shock

“I guess you had a bad
dream” she said “well it's over now”, still speechless, but now
relieved, I thought to
myself , was it really a bad dream or my last strand of hope really
saved me? but whatever the case may be, i hope i never find myself in such a
situation anymore, both nightmare
or reality,

I surely had learnt a
lesson - hopelessness kills faster than a speeding bullet and hope
surely maketh alive!

This is my little piece of writting and i hope to participate more in other contests so as to be a part of what is happening here.

I must say a big thanks to @beautychicks and also thanks to @cryptokannon ,there wont have been a better me without your help , You people are wonderful indeed .

Happy new week , always remain safe