Chapter 115

When I get up there, I find a flat enough spot and roll out one of my pelts. I snuggle into a dip between two parallel boughs and can properly lie down without anchoring myself to anything. I hang my backpack on a broken stump on the trunk and lie out on top of my makeshift bed, stretching and wriggling to see how comfy I can get, satisfied that this isn’t too bad as long as it doesn’t get windy or rain tonight. I don’t want to unroll pelts that could slide off if I roll in my sleep and draw attention to lurking wildlife. I won’t have a fire to keep some natural creatures at bay up here, so I have to make do with cold meat, a bumpy bed, and the rustling and swaying of the trees to lull me into slumber. Not that I think it’ll be an issue as, now I’m up here, my eyes are heavy and my brain cloudy with fatigue. It’s been a long day. I sit and watch the building through the foliage for a while, sitting at my safe distance, watching as the shadows lengthen and become part of the dark surrou