Dirt Stories

I woke up under a pine tree at about 2:00 AM. The summer air was hot and thick with humidity. It had been the hottest night on record in these mountains. The moon looked orange. I decided to walk over to the water fountains, near the monuments, next to the little bridge. On my way there a bunny rabbit darted in front of me. While I was drinking from the fountain, I glanced my eyes up. A blond woman, about 5'9", was approa...