My morning Camp moment in time
I see the fog slowly drifting through the small gap in the tent.
I hear the first whispers of the people around me.
I smell the fresh grass outside.
I wonder when we will be allowed to go outside to play.
I feel the soft nudge of the other people in the tent.
I taste the dry morning air.
I see the first people quietly getting out of their tents.
I hear the yawning of the others.
I smell the disgusting smell of the tent.
I wonder what the day will be like.
I feel the soft breeze hovering over me.
I taste last night's dinner.
Then finally I stood up and got out and enjoyed the day.