Am I writing this at MileHi Con right now because I chose to take a nap rather than write during my lunch break? Yes.

Today's prompt comes from TG: “you wake up in your tent and everyone is gone. You think you see things but can’t tell if they’re in your mind"

I huddle, wrapped tight in my sleeping bag. The glamping tent is empty. The sleeping bags belonging to my parents, my sisters, are empty.

Shivering, I try and stay still. Moonlight wreaths everything in a chilled light.

I want to cry out but there's something out there.

I want to believe it’s my family, except for the wet, slobbering eating sounds.

A shadow sweeps through the light. Something with too many limbs. Limbs with too many joints. Breath chokes in my throat. It approaches the front of the tent where the zipper is only half closed.

It begins to open.

Ha, that’s right. A drabble. 😂

See yall tomorrow!

x PLM