Possum was asleep in his tent, trying to sleep off the weed he had some with a couple of his buddies. They were in the middle of the woods, the dark sky and the soft rain hitting their tents. Possum stirred quietly as he cuddled his pillow, wanting some type of company. He was always a sensitive guy. He whimpered as he squirmed a bit.

He was having a nightmare, Possum hated nightmares. A lot of people found it weird that his name was actually Possum, and he was a human, but he didn’t care. He whimpered again as he squirmed a bit more.