The Tunneler - Bright light of hope

I lay smiling looking up at the sand ceiling of my tunnel. The mud smelt different here. It tasted different here. It was moist and welcoming. I was coming closer to my goal. I had finally reached the stage where things could only get easier. Not that I was counting on it. There were still many hurdles to pass and I have fallen down on my face every time I had depended on the good luck to see me through. I lay face upwards now with the dead end in front of me but still it gave me hope ever so more than it had in all this time. I was closer to my goal.

I am coming ......I shall not go back now.

Another cave in might come. The ground may stop yielding to me. But I shall prevail. I shall prevail.

I am coming....