Following the trail of the pops she manages to wrench her eyes away from the pulsing red glow and idly latch onto a moving star cutting silently through the sky. Some detached part of her brain, the part not completely drugged by the tiredness in her bones and the sweetness of the fire finally registers she is watching a satellite. Man, her butt is getting numb on that log.
As more of her brain unstupefies itself she starts to ponder the satellite. Who sent it there? Us or them? What could it see? Her on the log? What was it's purpose? Does it have something really meaningful to do or is it some idiotic mission that somebody deems important but everyone else would just roll their eyes? It is moving awfully fast so even if it is sent there by a cell phone company to help maintain service or something equally lame, the speed mades up for it.
Perhaps the journey...the mind boggling speed, the view, and the spectacular burning ending... makes up for the lameness of its existence. Where are the marshmallows...and does she really want one or is that just something you do when your hair smells of smoke and the night is cold?
What do you think, sirs?