The ground was cold but she didn’t care. Her friends had all gone to bed, but she sat by the fire, adding wood when needed. Her blanket was damp at the edges, but when she sat on the log, if she flicked it back, the damp edges remained off her.. When she arrived at camp, she promised herself that she’d watch the sun rise, at least once. This was the last morning. The last chance.
The beer and wine and vodka that she’d been drinking all night was starting to drag her eyelids down, but she willed them open. The sky was beginning to lighten to the east. Soon, she’d walk to the edge of the ravine and watch the sunrise in all its glory across this beautiful, uninhabited land.