Jia Davis
I stretched myself, yawning, Stacy and Aarti were still sleeping beside me. I am always the last one to get up with the lots of poking from them, but today I was up early. Maybe the sound of birds woke me, or maybe a dream of a certain someone…
It was a dream or reality? Did I actually sleep on Mr. Anderson's shoulders? No…not possible. I can't even dare being near him. Was he really here? I was so confused, need to check it myself. Should I go and check if he is still there?
I went out of the tent to find everyone still sleeping, the mist of early morning surrounded the area, the smell of wet earth tantalizing my senses. I hiked up till the lake where Mr. Anderson had set up his tent. As I went closer, the smell of coffee brewing welcomed me. There was a kettle on the fire,
