We sat, surrounding the fire which smelt of burning paper and alcohol. We traded stories and even had a giggle and as The fire crackled and we cracked up. As the day became night I stared at the fire which flickered like a dancer; so graceful but so harmful... I wasn't fond of anything but, this fire dragged me in. Rain fell and put out the fire before I got to get a closer look at the sun-kissed dancer whom had a stage of wood and crumbled up paper. I sat there. Head in hands. Disappointed.
Rain was falling and I couldn't sleep; the dreaded drops were hitting the lake behind our tents but I was the only one that arose. I took paced steps and skipped stones into the lost lake filled with dreaded drops. I was knee-deep. I shivered at the calmest of winds in the same way the sun-kissed dancer danced and wind blew its way.
Rain stopped. I stopped. I looked around at where I was. Knee-deep in the lost lake filled with dreaded drops. "What am I doing here?" I took paced steps away from the lake and looked at my clothes;Wet with leaches attached. Oh, what a mistake I have made. I sat where I had been sat before while I removed my clothes and then released the blood-sucking creatures from my skin. I turned away and put on the damp clothes I had removed before. I heard a crackle and I turned almost instantly. "How?!" I asked myself. It was the sun-kissed dancer...
