Evening Bunk Check

A folded green plaid handkerchief lay on the lower slatted rung of the side table. I paused, gauging the clearance beneath the timber shelf before taking two measured steps forward. A dependable counselor knows that an orderly bunk ensures a sound watch through the night. Leaning my plush shoulder against the hem, I applied steady pressure until the fabric aligned squarely with the table's corner post. It yielded with a muted rustle, flattening into a firm, level bedroll. Propping my printed camp card securely against my knee, I leaned back against the warm pine wood to listen to the quiet settling of the floorboards.