Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Just kidding.
I wake up shivering in the middle of the night, because I cannot and will not sleep when it is cold. I get up and do some jumping jacks, sit-ups, and other exercises that would make my gym teacher proud. I probably look like an idiot in the forest, jumping up and down in the dead of night and running on an invisible treadmill. I definitely get some strange looks from squirrels. After I am done with my not-so-warming-warm-up, I plop to the ground tired but not able to sleep.
I might as well use the time to try and make an advance on getting back to civilization. I stand, sad to have to say goodbye to my grass patch that tried so hard to be comfy, or maybe it just played it pass/fail. Who knows. It's a grass patch.
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Stranded
Short StoryCasey of age 14 wakes up one morning, and realizes she has no idea where she is. She must find her way back to civilization...before it is too late.
