He couldn't remember; the last time he closed his eyes, he believed his brothers were going to roughhouse as they normally do with each other, no big deal. But he never expected to be bound and gagged, sucker-punched and whipped and tortured, not even to evade the smiles of a common enemy. He became the enemy of his own home. It wasn't fair that his dreams were about to be his death!
In the cistern, there were scorpions and dung beetles playing around with Joseph's naked body. the only glimmer of light came from the cracks of the already-closed stone. It was only a glimmer, a sheen of barely a few inches, but more than enough to shed some light where he was walking. Outside, the seventh heat that braced through almost transformed into a deserted cold. Outside, he heard laughter and hand-clapping. Outside, he recognized those Canaanite voices of Zebulun and Naphtali, and the piercing cries of Reuben crying and pleading, "Please! Take him out of there! Take him OUT!" while banging and trying to lift the rock on his own. It was impossible to do it...but a tear came out of Reuben's cheeks, and it dropped directly into Joseph's parched mouth.
Someone pelted Joseph with a rock that knocked him unconscious. When he woke up, Joseph was gagged again as he saw his brothers received a bag of shiny silver. When he woke up again, a young Egyptian kid branded him with a sun and a bird. When he woke up again, a beautiful brunette cleaned his forehead with a cold water and milk. Then he fell asleep on a rocky pillow made of carved suns and other hieroglyphics.