Reflections: The Great Outdoors

It's cold and I can hear the sound of crickets. I awake to the sight of stars, clearly visible and bright this far away from civilization. It's a beautiful thing... but also concerning.

This is not where I went to sleep.

I groggily look at my surroundings, still bundled up in my sleeping bag. The pop out camper looms over me. I should be inside, but instead I'm laying on the ground.

Did I fall out the side?

It's a three foot drop... how did I not feel it?

Weird, but not the first time I've woken up in a strange place while camping...

I sleepily stand up and shuffle in my sleeping bag back to the door, climbing back inside the dark interior. Without thinking I try to crawl back onto the pop out bed platform.

My uncle yells as he wakes up to me trying to crawl over his sleeping bag, knocking me to the floor.

He thought I was a bear.

The lights come on. My other uncle on the opposite side of the camper starts laughing once they figure out what happened.

I just wanted to sleep.