Art woke up rather suddenly when Kaira nudged him. He was disoriented, temporarily forgetting where he was. It didn't help that the first thing he saw in this state was a tiger. He jumped and crawled back quickly.
After a moment he got his bearings. "Uh ... um, hey, good morning." He rubbed his eyes. "Breakfast?"
Blaze, meanwhile, had come out of his own tent, yawning heavily, and began to rebuild the fire.
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Fisher went for a while unaware of the cat. His thoughts were elsewhere, otherwise he may have noticed right away.
His mind came back to him and he saw the cat. For a moment he thought it might be a wild cat - not unheard of, but uncommon. But, having not read far enough back in the story, he didn't recognize it. But he was still able to read the cat.
"Akky? Must be from the Cat's Secret Place. Looking for someone?"
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Dave, never one to sleep comfortably in a strange place, slept uneasily. So at around four in the morning, he decided **** it, I'm not going to be able to sleep, and sat up to watch the sunrise.
A few hours later, he realized he was still really tired and getting hungry.
"Shit," he muttered. "Too hungry. Agh." He stood, stretched, cracked his crackable joints, and began to hobble his way down the path.
He made it maybe a hundred yards when his stomach rumbled. "Christ. I need a bowl of cereal. I need me some frosted flakes." He had the cereal box in mind, almost like in the commercial. He smiled a little at the image of Tony the Tiger on the box - because of course it would be Tony the Tiger, considering where he was. But he saw the whole setup: the bowl of cereal, the box, the pitcher of milk, the glass of orange juice, the silverware ...
Dave shook his head to try and clear it. He would have to focus on getting back to the others.
He took four steps and stopped. He thought he was hallucinating.
There was a table - very shaky, probably ready to fall apart - with a bowl of frosted flakes on it and a box of orange juice.
Dave closed his eyes and rubbed hard. He looked again and there it was ... still there.
"**** that," Dave laughed. Because of course he'd eat cereal left outdoors on a table for who knows how long. Someone probably set it up. Probably Art or someone being a jackass.
He went past it without another look. Some freaky shit, in any case.
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