Young Adult
In The Woods, Awoken
"What?" I said, my voice croaky from dehydration, slowly sitting up and opening my eyes, I put my hand to my head as it pounded and looked down at what I was sat on. A blanket, thick and heavy, deep blue velvet and underneath, dirt- soil with dry autumn leaves strewn upon it, I was outside. As I looked around me, I could see trees, shrubs and plants turning from brilliant summer colours to cosy, subtle autumn browns, reds and oranges; I was warm and, more urgently, more importantly, I was hungry. Looking down at the ground around me, I found a couple of things that weren't mine, beside me was a large sheet of tarp and a backpack, inspecting it, I found a large empty water bottle, a flashlight- luckily it was a working one, and a small pocketknife. In front of me a slowly burning bonfire, smouldering as it was slowly dissipating, there was something hung above it, tied between two trees either side of the bonfire. I gently pushed myself onto my feet, wobbling slightly with light-headedness and thirst, I found that I could reach whatever was hanging above me, so I pulled it down. It was fairly weighted and solid but not heavy, warm to the touch but not burning, I placed it down on the blanket before I thumped down beside it, almost as if my body was about to give up on standing. It was wrapped tight but I found a small opening and pulled at it- inside was a dish, topped with a lid, tied up with string. I pulled off the string, flipped the lid off, it landing with a small thump on the blanket and the smell of tomatoes, potatoes and herbs bellowed out of the dish. My stomach rumbled, my mouth trying to salivate, I smiled and pulled the dish up to my face, breathing the smell deeper than I've ever tried to smell food before.
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