“youre gonna catch a cold” i say quietly as i close the door behind me, i walk over snd i lean on the wood banisters on the front porch. your sitting in a swinging chair, staring at the mountain up in the distance

were here somewhere in the north, for about a month, its a nice cabin in the middle of nowhere, quiet and secluded. its 4am, the sun rises in about an hour, and your sitting, thinking, the summer nights are cold, and you must be freezing