Clother Human, Naked Person

At two in the morning I could feel the sand-dirt 
sticking to my ass. The water was still, and I sat 
with two friends, awaiting the arrival of two others. 
At this point I was the only one naked. You see, we 
had planned to have this spiritual "back to our roots" 
moment. With the stress of summeer building, I guess 
we all just thought it was time to put our plan into 
action; wash ourselves clean of the past year. But, as 
i said, at this point i was the only person who had 
actually shed all of the synthetic layers. So I sat, 
naked on the ground, my toes genty rubbing up against 
the water. My two companions marveled at the fact that 
i could just sit there in front of them, completely 
naked. It's what i needed. I felt like, if I could 
strip away all of my armor that maybe my problems 
might kind of subside. If anything would make me 
forget about my insecurities, being naked in front of 
two of my best friends would be it. I like to think of 
that expieriance as symbolizing the exact moment that 
I decided I was really alright. I guess it's like, if 
I could sit butt-naked  in the woods, I knew I was a 
person.