Anoesis

My brother left for college this morning and I am starting to miss him each time he comes home, more than I would if he wasn’t home.

I have to create a poem or short story about a homeless man whom feels despair about being alone for my creative writing final and it’s coming together fine but I am congested and feel so dehydrated, my focus is almost not accessible. There aren’t enough bottles of water to empty into my body. Perhaps if I submerge my body into a glass of water, I can hydrate and feel as if I just came out of the womb.