Journal # 9 - Home Again
I woke up. I was in my tent, I don't know how I got there. But that's where I was, I looked around, all my stuff was laying on the tent floor beside me. Weird. I peeked out the window, my mom and dad were cooking dinner on the fire outside. Wow, was that all a dream? I wasn't sure. One thing was for sure, I was happy to be back. I wouldn't want to live my life running like that. Maybe being a secret agent isn't my calling in life. Comparing the two, I'm perfectly happy to have the things the way they are right now. Yeah, it was all a dream, of course it was, it had to be. I went outside and helped with cooking. We had steak and eggs. Yum, it felt as though I hadn't eaten in a long long time. Later on that night I used the self-lighting lantern in my tent so that I could read my book. I just sat back reading, listening to all my favorite songs. I'm glad everything was just a dream, but it felt so real. I'm content with my life now compared to the running I did in my dream, I wouldn't want to live like that. Not that those Ugling's existed anyway right? As I turned the page, I realized the long scar on my forearm.