A different kind of glamping: a short story

He woke up in his tent that is much bigger from the inside than it is on the outside, because while it is out doors it still has all the comforts of a small tiny home. The sink that is wooden and modern and has a nozzle that is a the shape of a thick twig and leaves for the faucet handles that is unnecessary because as he approaches it it turns on by itself. The water flows, he summons his skin care as it floats over, he wonders why the process is not as calming as some make it to be, its a bottle shaped like a leaf that floats and spurts some cream on hand and suds when mixed with liquid. He wipes his face with a cloth that hangs from a towel rack again made from the same wood that makes the sink just standing on its own and has twigs for hangers.

Turning to the stove which isn't that far being that its still a tent al be it magically bigger, and with a wave of his hand moves the kettle over a small bonfire and snaps his fingers and makes the small ember burn brighter to heat of the water that automatically fills the kettle . He pondered how the things never caught fire being that most of the aesthetic was woodsy cottage core, then he remembers that there is isn't enough coffee grounds and needs to make some more. He looks to the right a slender wooden shelving unit and walks to it briskly, he could just conjure some more coffee beans but that wasn't as mindful as he wanted to be this morning. Of course he thought can’t enjoy peace without some bumps in the road. As quickly as the thought came his cat pet his own leg reminding him that it is still morning and we all need to eat before moving again. He speaks to him calmly, Jahs its time to get some coffee, the cat turns into a humming bird and darts away fast. So much for mindful slow morning, however Jahs loves being able to fly, his favorite shapes are flights and things that allow to snuggle. He turns to another corner of the square space and sees the mirror and wooded armoire and opens to find his hooded sweater, big enough to allow some ventilation and magical enough to know how much heat to keep in there. He completes his look with a pair of black shorts and some high tops and long socks, after all they are exploring nature for today. He lowers the fire again with a snap and puts on his belt. Jahs is back with the coffee he mutters to himself and Jahs glides in as an owl, and odd choice to be in the morning he thinks, and remembers that it was probably night where he went and Jahs drops a small canvas bag with the coffee beans, Jahs changes back into a his favorite land form a grey cat and starts to eat his meal. It naturally just shows up in his wooden bowl near a corner. what a good pet he thinks to himself.

The water is hot enough to pour and he picks up the small canvas bag and moves his finger around the bottom outside in a circle around the circumference of the bag and he opens it again and sees its ground just right. He waves the chemex over from the shelves to a tall enough wooden table for one at the opposite corner of his bed and opposite of the small bon fire, its a good thing he prepared the filter the night before, he thanks his past self mentally for that one. He saves the rest to put into a small cylindrical container later on. He walks over to the kettle and the handle isn't hot, and he walks over to the table and starts to pour and watches the coffee bloom as they say when they first pour the water and while sitting slowly pours the rest of the hot water in and takes in the invigorating smell of coffee and just breathes for 5 mins. He doesn’t remember how the wooden cup showed up next to him but as he places the kettle down carefully on the table matt he pours the coffee in to the cup and gets ready to sip. He did this once just for the bitterness and then gets up and walks over to the sugar at the shelf and puts three scoops. Life's to short for always bitter coffee he says to himself speaking to Jahs outloud as well. He sits on his bed across the space just breathes again, taking in as many sips till he finishes it. Jahs jumps up and snuggles near him. We will need to move soon, look, and with a wave of his hand the tent slit open just enough so he can see the canyon they have camped over on the foresty cliff they are on and watches the sun hit the water at the river at the bottom and breathes in the brisk air that fills the tent.