this morning sucked

[_allegory_]

Finally, a good hiding place. What would he need an ATV for? I clenched my knife handle. The air was cool, the smell of decaying fall leaves permeated everything. The faded orange tarp was torn, but it hid me well enough. I scanned the area around me through the tear, I figured that I could see danger before danger saw me. I didn't expect him to come to me. He was on his cell phone, apparently with the guy who rented the ATVs. He was being directed to the yellow one right next to my hiding place. As he sat down in the vehicle, he turned toward and we made eye contact. I was crouched on the ground, my knife hidden by the tarp. I looked vulnerable but felt powerful...

then my phone rang and I woke up from the most fucking awesome dream ever.