Well, I was glad to have food, but it was hard to find any shelter when I tried to sleep. And it rained. And it was freezing. I'll probably end up dying of exposure.
It's probably nothing, but last night when I was curled up under a couple logs, trying to stay dry and sharing body-heat with some millipedes (they were probably millipedes, but maybe not), I saw a flickering light coming from the edge of the forest.
It might have been a ghost, but it probably wasn't. It looked more like a lamp, yellow and fulgurating strong, then weak. It made me remember the lamp that sat on the endtable near my bed when I was a child, how I'd roll down the shades and pretend I was in the belly of a sailing ship.
I miss home.
It probably misses me too.
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