circuswater: January 2014

I awoke in one of the gift shop dressing rooms on the top of Pikes Peak!
  Apparently I'd dozed off after trying on dozens of hats 'n caps. Without noticing me the patrons and the employees had all left the building. It was dark and deserted. I knew I'd have to be strong to make it through the night, just like Robert Mitchum did in Night of the Hunter, though instead of being a psychopath preacher trailing children who possessed a doll stuffed with money, I was just a drowsy sightseer trapped in a gift shop on the top of a mountain.
  The only "un-frozen" food I could find was some Ruffles potato chips, a squeeze bottle of Rose Jam shower gel and 13 different flavors of powdered hot chocolate - mixed together this combo turned out to be a surprisingly satisfying snack!
  It was time for me to plan an escape and free myself from this lonely Peak. I decided to put my old Cub Scout skills to use. So, after finding a "nice" piece of rope, I spent 45 minutes tying knots and then another half hour making a napkin holder out of frozen bread slices I found in a cooler. These skills didn't turn out to be as useful as I'd thought they might be, and hardly worth the nine years it had taken me to earn the merit badges.
I finally grew exhausted and fell back to sleep on a pile of Morgan Fairchild tote bags.
  CLANG, CLANG! I woke up, bewilderedly, in my sexy circus trailer. The tents were being taken down (I never understood why the stakes made a "clanging" sound when they were being pulled from the ground). The crew was preparing to move on to a new parking lot about 2 1/2 miles away.
  It had all been a dream! I mean the part about the gift shop on Pikes Peak, and all. As the morning sun tussled with the nighting moon, I could hear Morgan the Monkey, Pike the Clown and Fairchild the Magician fixin' up a hearty (or is that "hardy"?) breakfast of Ruffles potato chips, Rose Jam shower gel and powdered (13 flavors of) hot chocolate..."WAIT A MINUTE! maybe this is the dream," I wondered out loud. "Naw that's impossiroo," chirped Peek, the busty trapeze starlet who was wiping her eyes with a damp napkin she'd taken from between two pieces of frozen bread. Hmmmm...