Sorry, the dog ate my best draft

Denise awoke, zipped open the tent door, scrambled out of her sleeping bag and stood naked in the sunrise. “Awesome,” she thought, “Bladder calls.” Two steps to the rushes and privacy; she squats, relief from her groin and sunrise in her eyes. In the distance she spots a glowing, growing red spot. A rapidly growing red spot. She quickly stands and pulls up the pants she doesn’t have on and is ...obliterated.

“Cut! Sheila, you have to be more realistic when pulling up your nonexistent pants.

Take two!”

It’s again midnight and I’m wandering about the house, wondering...Why?

A slap in the face and a curt remark at a young age can change your destiny.