Sitting in isolation, it gives you time to ponder about the many different things in the environment, around you. It makes you think, it makes you wonder and it makes you think even more.
As you put your book down, you pick up your warm, black tea. You take a sip while simultaneously taking a gaze out the window. You see nothing but a dark, empty forest. As you stare into the wall of trees lined up outside your room, they stare back at you.
The raindrops are extra loud today, hitting the roof of your home, harder than usual. It makes you grateful that you cut down the extra firewood earlier, so you can enjoy the burning sensation and keep warm by the chimney fire.
In your four brick walls and dark wood floor, next to the crackling fire, you feel cozy; safe even. Away from the city, away from people, even away from the rain. You’re doing just fine. Your little abode is protected by an army of dim green trees, with bark that matches the color of dark chocolate, from the najisness of society.
The toasty warmth of the socks fresh from the dryer adds even more to your comfort. That, along with the oversized sweater you changed into after showering earlier. It makes you want to take another sip of the black tea, to accommodate it, so you do.
The bitter taste, with a subtle hint of sweetness, hitting your tongue reminds you of the woods again—a dark and bitter forest with a small, sweet, and hidden cabin to compliment it.
You think about this while observing the fire and its fine details. The orange-red particles soothe you and make you calmer by the minute. You can feel your eyes getting heavier, but you don’t fight it. Eventually, you fall into a deep sleep, with the scent of burning lumber hitting your nose, and a smirk on your face.
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