Don’t call out

Being so ****, you don’t intend to take any risks at all today. He grumbles on below you as you let him pass by. His voice disappears from earshot as you turn over, keen on getting some rest. Your nipples harden as a cold bitter wind blows through your tree. You grab some brush and leaves to form a makeshift blanket for your exposed body. It’s not great and you’re still freezing but it’s a small comfort. You close your eyes dreaming of a better tomorrow.

Finally, an end to this shitty day. Here is hopin’ tomorrow will be better.