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Kind of.
Well, it hasn’t sucked to the extent I thought it would, which is the first step toward thinking it could be fun.
However, I have to pee and this part doesn’t seem so fun.
I reach for my phone to get the flashlight, and Jack’s arm tightens. Great, now I’m going to pee in the sleeping bag.
I try again, and this time, he rolls onto his back. The loss of his heat is immediate, and I shiver, but I need to move.
I pull my flannel shirt around me, throw on my boots, and rush out.
He showed me the spot on the left of the tent that he cleared so nothing would poke me as I squatted.
Seriously, he is going to pay for this.
Using my flashlight, I find the spot and internally groan.
I can do this. I am a smart, successful woman who has accomplished great things. Taking a piss outside is . . . easy.
I don’t even believe myself.
An owl hoots from somewhere deep in the woods, and I take a deep breath, ignoring the fact that nature is all around me.
I sink down, and then I hear it.
A branch breaking.
I stand quickly, shining the flashlight around.
I don’t move.
Silence.
It is probably nothing. I start to drop again, and then it’s louder.
Leaves moving and another crack of the branch.
That’s it. I am going to die.
I am that girl in those scary movies who thinks all is fine and goes outside where the murderer is waiting.
Only this time, it’s not some serial killer, it’s a bear or a lion. I don’t think we have lions here, but if we do, I’m about to be dinner.
My legs are trembling, and I’m dangerously close to peeing on myself instead of behind a damn bush.
“Jack,” I whisper-yell. “Jack!”
I can feel something’s eyes on me. “Oh, please don’t eat me,” I say to the creature that is probably licking its chops. “I’m bony and you’d much rather eat Jack, he’s meatier.”
I don’t feel bad that I’m going to sacrifice him.Heis who brought me camping.Heshould die first.
Although, I’m not sure I want to watch him get eaten.
I would miss him.
“Okay, I take it back, I’m a good appetizer,” I tell the ferocious beast lurking in the woods.
“Jack!” I say louder this time. “Jack, something is going to kill me.”
