Fruit Roll Ups

        Last night I dreamed S and I had set up camp in a clearing near the top of a hill. Unfortunately the only thing we had to eat was fruit roll ups. The grape ones.

        “At least we can burn the wrappers for heat.” I looked at the paper and tossed it into the Sterno can.

        “You always were an optimist, weren’t you?” S poked me with a stick.

        “Hey!”

        I just wanted to go to sleep. I don’t know why, but I was pretty sure there would be eggs to eat in the morning.

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