9:42 in the morning.
Hot coffee.
Sitting next to my orange cat in the window.
Looking out at the sky.
I’ve never been camping.
Not because I couldn’t.
The opportunity has been there.
My cousin is married to a guy from Indiana.
Loves the outdoors.
If I asked, I could probably go anytime.
But I haven’t.
Part of me is curious.
I think about it sometimes.
Cowboys riding through open land.
Sleeping outside.
Being out there with nothing.
And part of me thinks…
you don’t know what’s out there.
Not just animals.
People too.
So I stay where I know things.
City.
Routine.
My van.
Deliveries.
And every once in a while…
I think about going.
But then I come back to the same thought.
I’d rather go home…
and turn on the light.
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