"Darling, what do you think of camping?" spoken by your husband, was enough to get you out of the house. Quarantine had been long and tough, and you were eager to do something.

The first night was sleepless, second night better. It wasn't until the third night that something seemed to glitter outside of your tent. Curiosity got the better of the two of you.

Outside, fluttering around your tent were tens of little lamps; fireflies. Beside you, Oliver gasped, his lips curled up slightly.