When I woke up I was groggy and out of it. I don’t think I was even awake completely when Mom handed me my breakfast, which was one of those mini boxes of cereal with the wide side of it cut open and milk poured over it. I made some protests about eating while wet, cold, and still wrapped up in the tarp, but my complaints fell on deaf ears.
No sooner had I gulped down the last bite then I realized that I had to go number-two very earnestly. I had to fight my way out of the tarp which seemed as though it wasn’t ready to let me go free. John had got out of the front seat and opened the back door, which I had been leaning on while trying to free my lower half.