There is a pool of water that none should touch, but I washed my face in it. It was so cool and fresh as it tricked down so I lapped it into my mouth. With my thirst fulfilled a hunger set in so I selected a piece of fruit. It was the closest food that I could reach, even though it was from the untouchable tree. But I washed the apple in the pool. The fruit was delicious to taste even though the sight of it looked wrong. The soggy yellow pieces clenches onto my tongue as I made my way to the rip core. Juices fell into the pond as I started to slowly feast on the sweet red center. It left my hands sticky but I washed them in the pool and picked another fruit.
