Setting Description

Close your eyes. Open your eyes. You are in a white void. I want you to picture a small fire in front of you. I want you to smell the burning cedar wood.

I want you to see the sparks jumping from it. Close your eyes again. When you open them, I want you to see an endless plane of sand.

The fire is still in front of you. Close and open your eyes again. The sand is still there as well as the fire, but now you see a massive body of water to your right,

and a field of alder bushes to your left. The aroma from both is almost overpowering, but oddly relaxing. You blink, all of a sudden you are sitting on a bench. You look down and see that it is actually a log from an old, dead pine tree. The smells are very comforting. You look over at the water and see an eighteen foot long boat bobbing in the water. It seems very familiar. You wade through the crystal clear, cool water seeing the ripples in the sand as clear as can be.when you reach the boat you realize that you have owned this boat for most of your life. You gather some hot dogs, marshmallows, and cheddar smokies from the boat and make your way back to shore. You rip a branch off the far end of the log, and use it to cook the food.

 As the smell of the food starts to waft all around, it draws the attention of some nearby seagulls. Their incessant calls start to drive you crazy.

 The gulls catch a whiff of the smoke and are coerced away. Close your eyes. Open your eyes. The water and alder bushes are now gone. Blink, now the log is gone. Blink again, the sand has disappeared. You are in a white void. The fire in front of you has vanished. You blink, once...twice. Close your eyes.