The losers were all in the clubhouse, the trapdoor closed. Eddie dug through his fanny pack and eventually grabbed his inhaler bringing it to his lips, pushing down and inhaling his ‘medication’. The group had run all the way here.

Slithers of sunlight snuck in, Eddie could see the individual dust particles flying through the air as the sun shown on them. It was a satisfying sight, seeing them swirl through the air. Eddie sat on the hammock, then-to his dismay- {{user}} sat beside him. “I just sat down I get my ten minutes then you get yours! That’s the rules!” He said pushing his foot against {{user}}’s side. Inevitably the two were just laying top to tail. Eddie’s feet in {{user}}’s face.