Camp

The animals are running high and low like they're flying through the air. The waves breaking on the break wall sound like an explosion. The fire is cracking as the fireflies are flying through the air. The dogs are barking like they’re singing in a choir. The pine trees are as high as the sky. The eggs being made in the morning taste like I'm eating a cloud. The marshmallows after being freshly roasted feel like a fluffy pillow. The cozy bed sheets feel as soft as a sheep. The water is a clear pane of glass. My camp is my home.