Camp fire

I love Mornings at the campsite! I’m always the first one up to start the coffee on the campfire. The fog was lifting off of the water, the smell of the fresh air, the wind in the trees and that moment. The moment were you feel one with nature.

It took me a while to find the dry wood and birch bark to start the fire this morning, the morning dew has settled on the wood from the kindling we cut last night. I find some splinters of wood in the bottom of a hollow tree, ‘perfect I say to myself’- Oh the warmth feels good. I walked to the edge of the lake and filled up the perculator. I put some coffee in the little basket, inserted on the stem and put the first basket lid on, then the second lid on the top and put it on the rack on the side of the fire.

The smell of fresh coffee must have a categorie of its own for best smell Ever. I was mesmerized by the fire and cought myself daydreaming. I closed my eyes and the swirl of the smoke swirled around me, almost like I was in a trans, the sound of the waves hitting the shore, my head rocking gently back and forth, and the smell of smoke and coffee enter-twine with the smell of pine. I was in my happy place.

I couldn’t smell coffee anymore and I opened my eyes. “What! Where in the world? What is going on” I was talking gibberish out loud , but I was not at my camp site. As a matter of fact I have never seen this place before.

I decide to walk around and check out this incredible place. The trees were taller than any tree I have ever seen, It was so beautiful. I could hear rapids so I follow the sound until I see them. I walk to the side of the rivers edge and a canoe with a good looking man is in the stern and a young girl is in the bow. She waves at me and yells “ Hi mommy”. I look around, it’s just me. Why is she calling me mommy?

Im so confused, but curious, so I walk along the shore and watch the canoe vere off to the right just up ahead. I found myself walking faster, and there was the canoe. The man is taking the life jacket off of the girl, she runs up to me and said “mommy I’m so glad your feeling better”. She grabs my hand and leads me up to the cottage.

It was small and cute. A small fire place in the corner ( one of those fire places that looks like a pizza oven), a small kitchen, living room, and looks like two bedrooms. the good looking man comes and kisses me (can I say wow!) and I smell the coffee and everything looks hazy, and I can no longer see the girl or the handsome man.

I open my eyes again and I feel like I’m in the middle of a glass bubble, I look around and I am feeling confused, and trapped. I walk to the edge of the glass bubble, I can barely see out. There are people looking at me, why are they looking at me? One guy looks so scared, and the woman looks really scared. I knock on the glass and say” hello” ! “Where am I”?

The woman opens the glass door and stands back, her eyes are wide and she was breathing fast, the man grabs a bar and stands in front of the woman, she drops her coffee. I try to walk but I’m tied to a rope attached to the bed I was on. The man looked at me with fear and said “don’t take another step”! ”What is going on?” I scream and the glass behind me shatters. The man is on the floor not breathing. The lady looks at me and yells “Run”. I feel strong, so strong, I feel like I have the strength of a super hero. I look back, and people are all over yelling, and sirens are going off. I know where I’m going-but how? I run by a staff room and can smell coffe and everything turns hazy...

Im afraid to open my eyes, but I reluctantly open them very slowly. I’m back at the fire. I try to controle my breathing because my blood is pumping. I can feel my heart jumping out of my chest. I calm myself down and realize it was a dream. A very twisted, dream.

Im happy I’m the only one up, now sipping on my coffe sitting on a fold up camping chair. I see a squirrel run to the opening of the tree where I got the splinters from earlier and I see something. I get up to see what it is, I go on my knees and have to dig a bit but there is a little black book.

I moved the elastic over and there was two envelopes. I sat down and in the camping chair and peeked into the gold envelope. There was 100/$100 bills. I closed it, then peeked into the other envelope which was silver. There was another 100/$100 bills. I looked into the black book searching for answers, while I kept looking towards the two tents. Inside the black book there was a gold tab, and I opened the book . It read:

———————————————————————If you choose the gold envelope you will have the family and the $10,000. ( the silver envelope and book needs to burn)

“What”, I turned several more pages. I must be dreaming again. I say to myself ‘go to the other tab,why not’.

It read: If you choose the silver envelope, your life will be full of adventure because you are an agent for the CIA. You can have both envelopes $20,000 for this life if you so choose. (The book needs to burn)

If you choose the life you have now, you need to burn the book and all of the money.——————————————————————-

I take the envelopes out, place them on my lap, then I turn the book over, and shake it. ‘What!” ‘This can’t be for real’-I say to myself. Then I noticed a little tiny piece of glass in my arm. My eyes went wide, my heart was racing, and now the coffee pot was whisteling loud, I looked at the tents, I looked at the envelopes!

What do I do? I stood up! And the flames of the fire went wild- and poof!