The longest night of my life

I have waited for a lot of sunrises. Usually because of the breathtaking view. It is 4am on what has been the longest night of my human existence. After summiting two mountains I parked for the night halfway up the third.

It is windy and cold. My mind is hearing every noise and tree branch crack and assuming it’s not anything welcoming. The first noise I heard I instinctively reached for my flashlight only to discover I was locked into my brand new mummy sleeping bag and couldn’t move my arms or legs. I envisioned me desperately trying to hop away from my impending fate while encapsulated in this polyester tomb.

But as with every dark night of the soul, there is a sunrise to wait for on the other side.

Or I will become a bear’s breakfast.

Either way I wish one or the other happens quickly because I have to pee.