I spent all of last night hunched over, looking through the clear gaze of my new camera. It had the most beautiful filter, which made every picture I took like heaven. I sat calmy in the woods, still regaining my energy before I thought of getting up. Surrounding me was a blanket, completely red, with little pink tassles hanging off the ends. I twiddled a tassle between my fingers as I grabbed my camera.

My mission yesterday was to find the bald eagle in his nest. The mother had birthed babies not even two days ago, so I was sent to announce it to the world through one picture.

So I waited. And waited. And wait soo long that my eyes began to flutter… and my lips started to crack… and the noise went flat… I fell asleep.

I woke this morning realizing I had no picture to show for my journey. Nevertheless, maybe I had forgotten that I took one. So I reached eagerly for my camera, not pausing for a moment before checking the gallery. It was full?

In the gallery, there was 20 perfect pictures. I even saw the eagle a few times. She was feeding her babies in one, and there is even one of her spreading her beautiful wings to take flight. I scanned through the next 19, but I stopped in my tracks at number 20.

It was me. Sleeping.

“I couldnt have taken this…” I thought to myself. As I pondered, I stared more intently. I did not take this, so who did?