When you’re sitting up in bed, wrapped in a cover you’re much too hot for, listening for the next buzzing sound, slapping your arms every time your hair grazes, the cover (or anything you’ve psyched yourself into believing is on you), something about the way you’re living is awry. This must be what people running from the police feel like.
At any moment, something could land on the back of your kneecap. Its not like you’d know until it’s all in there, getting it’s fill to the point you look like you cut yourself, its gorged itself so. I’ve never been so ready for the sun to come up… ever. I just wanted to get moving and generating some sort of wind for the love of (check on Greek/Roman god of Wind)! Twas definitely one of the more sleepless nights I’ve had in my life, and not due to pleasantries. Even spent a good while trying to devise a way of faking sunlight, but to no avail. I have no idea what time it was or how long til the sun came up. Luckily, the sky was pretty clear, and watched the stars until I could keep my guard up no longer.
After a few small skirmishes, I awoke to the sun rising. I learned last night that bugs, too, know when to call it quits. The Sun is sweet rapture from the horde. Fill in the journal, morning meditation, messed around with Dubi, and the fellas are up. We’re off…