August 16, 2018

The 7 Ps

I awoke with flat ground beneath me, a rock jutting into my shoulder blade and leaves rustling next to my head. The situation was surreal considering I fell asleep four feet above ground, comfortably cradled in my new Alpha Outpost hammock. Groggy with sleep, I wondered if this might be some cruel dream. Both my head and feet were still hoisted, so I knew I’d not fallen out of the contraption. I decided to handle the situation like any other mid-night crisis — go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning. Drifting off again, I listened to the breeze meander through the woods, cicadas croak their dreadful…