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.
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