"It's like a dream!"
Rossetti was squealing in joy when she set foot into the camp building. Or to be more precise, the camp dormitory room for the staff. She was clasping her hands, her eyes shining with delight as she took in every nook and cranny of the…well, dilapidated room.
I glanced at the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, studied the paint that was peeling from half-rotting wooden walls, and then at the sorry-looking, plain white mattresses that served as our beds. True to form, it was a double decker bed, so one would be sleeping on top and the other at the bottom. I would probably pick the bottom, but honestly I was either way.
Being the gentleman, I would allow Rossetti to pick whichever bunk she wanted.
"It's been a while since I've gone on a camping trip! This is so exciting!"
