WHEN I WOKE, THE CABIN was empty. I peaked over the side of that shoe box and saw only an empty chair, a table with a laptop closed, a drained coffee mug. Of course, sleeping all twisted up around hard objects wasn't the best sort of sleep. I was sore from all the running, and sore from all resting around and on top of lumps. I needed to get up and get some sunlight if I was going to heal any time soon.
The trick was - I couldn't fly, and this shelf was way off the ground. Of course, I could simply die right here in this box if I didn't drink in some sun rays soon. Riding on that human's neck helped, as they put out considerable heat. And this warm cabin with it's tin roof wasn't hardly a snackful of heat. But it was considerable better than the cold dark woods with a troll forcing you to
