Camping Gone Wrong

The stars started to appear, gleaming and twinkling overhead in the nearly pitch-blackness of the night sky surrounding us. You could hear the cicadas and crickets chirping away in the woods that encircled us. The smell of melted chocolate and burnt marshmallows lingered in the air long after we finished. A tent sat behind the campfire we sat at, ready for us to come bunker down into. It was inviting, yet none of us were ready for the fun to end quite yet. Another lovely night in Riverdale Woods; we could all tell.