Momentary Literalness

Ashamed, lying in the mud, he was soaked, dirt in his crotch, dirt in his socks, he was already there, so he just made the best of it. He didn't feel like getting up, so he just pissed where he lay. No one was around, and if they were, they wouldn't care. He felt like another piece of dirt, he was blended in, mixed together with the earth. He felt a bond, a connection, he was momentarily a piece of this floating rock, though he always felt that way, this time it was literal, he felt it more strongly then ever. A bird flew over peters idle body and shat on his bare stomach, he chuckled, it tickled him. His body started to get warm, the heat from the core was rising up, the sun began to dry the mud, he tried to move his arm but it was stiff from the thick layer of earth that caressed it. He didn't want to get up anyways. "I feel alive!!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs at the blazing rock above him