I wake up to another gray sky. Oh, how I miss the blue. I sit up and crack my back. I hate sleeping on the ground, but Marcy needed the sleeping bag more than I do. She is so small. So fragile. Who will take care of her when I'm gone? Who find her food and shelter when I go insane? Stop there Simon. Dangerous thoughts lead to wearing the crown again. We can't have that. Not yet.I look around to see if there were any animals that I could skin and roast, so we could have breakfast. No, nothing. We have been living off of cereal for weeks. I don't want Marceline to go hungry, but I don't want to take her back into the city. I can't leave her here.
"I'm hungry." I heard a little voice say. Marceline had woken up.
"I know dear. I am too." That's all I can say. We barely have any food left. Marceline gets up and walks in a circle around the camp. She does this every morning, so she can stretch herself out. I think about how long we have stayed in this spot. It has been at least a month since we first set up here. It's about time we start traveling again. But I know Marcy isn't strong enough. So I know I have no choice. I start packing up our things so we can get going.
"Are we moving again?" Marceline asks. I nod my head and motion for her to come along. I notice she can't run very fast. I need to get some food into her. I pick her up and we go on our way.
