Spirit Animal

i stopped dead in my tracks feeling faint. sweat was dripping down my hot face and i licked my cracked lips. my dry tongue swept across my upper lip. my movement was slow and weak. i could taste the salt that had melted from my pores resting on the cliff of these lips and the sour flavor startled my senses. i decided to lay down in the greenest patch of grass i could find that was visible in the sea of dirt. i just lay there with no control of my muscles, thankful for the life raft of grass keeping me placid. i zoned out and looked at the stars in the sky and it wrapped my vision in every periphery . i did this a lot- looked for answers in the mysteries of space. i feel it holds a higher power and answer to everything i don't know. this time i focused on the north star and it seem practical for an answer.
my body was flat on the ground like a jigsaw puzzle. i had become comfortable. the cool grass relieved me and it was nice to not stand after almost an hour of treading through dirt and dry desert with no sense of direction where to go.
i was hoping that the star i was glaring at was actually the north star. i was sure it was only because it was the brightest shining one stuck up there. i wanted to have a moment to myself and connected the dots finding the constellations i knew and challenged myself with others. i made up a penguin, polar bear and seal. then there was a snow owl. an actual snow owl jet through the sky. it was fast but i followed it so intently and noticed the distinctive brown bars and spots on its white entirety. i studied animals as a child. they fascinated me and i was sure i saw a snow owl. the only inconclusive thought was that it was far from home and i was in a horrible condition. it was possible i was delusional.
i sat up and closed my eyes wrapping my arms around my knees.
suddenly, i felt a pinch on both my shoulders and craned my head up with caution to see the owl standing above me much larger than i imagined. it's talons didn't hurt and i thought it was unusual because i look nothing like a tree. the owl was not afraid and i surprisingly wans't startled. i had no energy left to fight if i was being preyed upon.
"Lets go home," said the owl, lifting me into midnight oblivion. my spirit animal.