Silence...
It's 8:30 in the morning at the campsite after you went to bed 2 and a half hours ago. You smell like crap, feel like crap, and only God and everyone else around you knows what a piece of crap you look like. You sigh heavily as you sit down in a lawn chair next to a 10 year old named Abby whom you've known since her birth. You both start talking about the size of the fire, or the difference between "pop-tarts" and "toaster-treats" when this little country girl with her short-cut blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stares at you adoringly for 10 seconds during a silence in the conversation. Then, mustering a toothy grin, she gives you the most naive, innocent, and honest smiles you've ever seen.
"You're so pretty Leigh Ana"
aawwwwww..........
"You're so pretty Leigh Ana"
aawwwwww..........