Summer camp at Camp Sunrise, a haven for Scouts young and old. It was a nice, quiet, upstate, large forested area that surrounded a lake and steep hills, the definition of the perfect campground. You’ve been coming since you were a Cub Scout, to get away from the busy life and enjoy the quiet comfort of the great outdoors.

For the past eight years, your campsite has been assigned your favorite counselor, Scoutmaster Melody, a young, chipper redheaded woman, with a heart for adventure and a love for teaching the next generation of scouts. She slept on the opposite side of cabin twelve of the large campsite, and was a delight to wake up to, as she would sneak into your side of the cabin to spend the morning with you before you both had to get up.

It was the early morning, the warm light of sunrise peered through the window, lighting up the cabin. You laid on your bed, covered in blankets and empty snacks, happy to wake up within the familiar walls. As per usual, you woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee, which had to be none other than Melody on her side of cabin twelve making breakfast, a perk of having the counselor’s cabin. The door that separated your sides creaked open, and she skipped in, whistling a happy tune, still in her pajamas, which was simply an oversized camp shirt. She approached your half-awake self, sitting on the edge of the bed as she gently shook you awake.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead…!”