I was right. I cannot seem to fall asleep. The scent of the salt water and the freshness of the air on the Outside is stuck to my skin. I toss and turn in bed and eventually give up. I am not going to get to sleep tonight, so I might as well do something productive. There were still things in the attic above my room that I did not bring down. Looking at them cannot hurt anything. I pull my desk chair over to my bed, pull it up onto the mattress and pad around the feet with my pillows. Once the chair is steady, I climb up and pull myself up into the attic.
My memory was right. I had left a lot of stuff up here. There is not much light, but there is enough to see lumps of things. I crawl over to the nearest lump and pull at it. It feels like fabric, It is big and soft. No matter what it is
