The night passed in fits of discomfort and fragmented dreams. To be honest, I rarely even had a proper sleep for more than an hour. If it was not for the night and the cabin then I would have engaged myself with my work on hand, but as I'm in the cabin, not in my house and the forest could be dangerous at night, I impatiently waited for the morning.
The darkness of morning at 4 am weighed heavy, as if the world itself were reluctant to wake from its slumber. The cabin was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and distant hoots of owls. I found myself stirred awake by a mix of tangled emotions, much like the roots of the ancient trees surrounding us. The eerie half-light of dawn filtered through the window, casting long, wavering shadows on the floor. I couldn't shake the uneasy
