Seven Day Story Part 5

So it’s now after ten o’clock and pitch black. I can see a million stars out here, I swear to you. Every constellation I learned of in school and immediately forgot about when I walked out the door are floating above my head without a care in the world. Me, on the other hand, I fell asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning and was out all day. You think it would have done me good but I feel even worse now.

The fever is getting worse. My whole body is hot and I itch like crazy. Getting that extra rest has made me lethargic and I’m behind schedule. I think part of me wants to just set myself up in a decent way here so it’ll be a little easier for whoever it is that finds me. That part is very strong, but even so, there’s still a little part that wants me to fight my way back to Siobhan. She’s the kind of woman that would only get me one glass of water when I was sick, and if I wanted another I had to get up and get it myself. She truly believed that a little goes a long way.

We were supposed to be trying for kids. She had the whole schedule down. (A squirrel or something just ran past the tent and it has me on edge.) I was hoping to get a little guy that would like to go caving with me and she was hoping for a little princess that would stay with her while I was gone. Seeing her face in my head makes the aching seem like it isn’t as bad as it really is. At least for a minute.

I finished the rest of the raccoon when I woke up. It was cold and very tough. The fire is mostly out but there’s still a coal bed. I want to say I’ll get up and add some wood to it but I can barely keep my eyes open, much less walk. If I didn’t keep this notepad in my vest I wouldn’t be writing this right now either. The power of positive thinking. Finding my way home. Our little tyke. Grilling ribs on Sunday. A hot shower and ice cold drinking water. Maybe even a beer.

I’m worried.