Adventure Awaits

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Dusk. Remote. Quiet. A powerful illuminating white moon shines down upon a lonely ridge through warmed dewy evening air. The towering fir trees around stand alive with the light fragrance and sweet sounds of spring and many sleepy woodland animals. Squirrels scamper at the thick roots of the trees and many large birds fly above. As the soft wind blows, millions of bright stars emerge, twinkling orbs of light winking and blinking at the brim. Beneath, a hidden home is constituted by a small camper van, secluded between the trees.

Teal patterned panels join to form a hard bright shell curving inwards at the peak to create a flat bottomed oval coated in cyan rain drops, yellow vibrant Daisies and odd bisected circles in illuminating shades. At the front, slightly mudded whiteish paneling with long sweeping edges add striping to the body with a circular symbol upon the nose. Above it, a large stretch of clear clean glass which seemed to have a small teal boarder then continued in glass all around. At the sides and back small rainbow coloured curtains sat wound up with little white bubbled strings hanging down. Within, a topless rectangle of benched cushioned colourful seats with jet-black belts and little scattered quilted pillows with neat blanket stitching.

A laminated wooden floor sat beneath with a small square rug in blue adjacent to the seats. Upon one seat, a small fluffy cream blanket with delicate pastel patterns of swirls and twists and spirals. A tiny kitchen unit stood preceding the seating in ivory with silver fixtures. A small red whistling kettle chirped along with the subtle evening breeze outside and the sound of the birds returning home for the night as it warmed the water. Two small cupboards sat above with little golden knobs. Closed. Adorning the ceiling, many thin delicate strings of fairy lights in beautiful pastel shades upon the translucent wire. A little rope ladder looped down from a small opened door in the midnight blue carpeted roof leading to a triangle with an oddly tented ceiling with a whiteish mattress on the floor covered in fluffy covers like the one below with equally soft embellishments. Two feathery pillows with tye-dyed cases slept atop it. A small lacy white night dress and a black top and long-johns sat folded upon the pillows. Above here too, many stands of soft innocent light.

The camper van awaits the dawn and a new adventure.

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