I chickened out the first night but I did it last night and it was strange. I think I slept all right and everything It'll probably be better when I get my real bed out there.
So...yeah...real quiet. Not much to do so I wrote a poem.....huh
I walk to the window facing westward woods
Over and over
through the trees another heart beats
over and over
why am I here? I ask, is this my dream?
Over and over
no cars pass a distant train whistle blows
Over and over
Well, that was my night over and over....I hope not!