Camping

There are owls out here. They are barn owls. The ground is hard and rocky. It is. Sleeping is for my bed. The ground is not a bed. At home? My mom makes pancakes in the morning. I would never see her make them, I would sleep in too late. I could look out my window. My window that allows the moonlight in, but keeps bugs out. When I go camping? We have fire. We have tangled sleeping bags. And... We have firewood. So more fire. At home, I had a sleep schedule. But tonight? I need good luck. I also need new socks, one has a hole. I think there’s pretzels in that bag that casts a shadow outside... But tonight. That shadow might be a bear. But tonight. We don’t have luck. We have camping.