Cherrywild
Make me want it.
Here Amitee stood at the door of a quaint looking log cabin, nestled just beside a thicket of trees that gave way to a vast forest. The crowded and lengthy bus ride had been long, and she was happy to be done with it. upon exiting she made her way to an office, received a map and key, and after a short walk here she was. She breathed a sigh of relief. The deep nurturing foliage was a comfort to her. As she inhaled she closed her eyes and silently took in her surroundings, smelling the faintness of rain just passed, earthy and rich soil, healthy birch and oak. Her sensitive ears perceived the scritching and scratching of long boughs blowing calmly against each other. For just a moment she ached for home, but 'home' was really something she never knew. Opening her eyes she came to look down at the, slung from dainty, pale fingers by a winding and twisting plastic chord.
cabin 5
She fiddled with the key a moment and pushed it into the lock, with a twist she slowly opened the door and peeked her head in as if she expected some resident to greet her. The cabin smelled of the wood from which it had come to be, and this satisfied her. Carefully she set down the army grade duffel bag and began to unpack it, placing her neatly folded clothes in a cedar dresser beside the bed. Since it seemed empty, she felt the right to choose, and picked the bed she knew was directly against the wall which bordered the woods. As she straightened her sheets and thick army green comforter, she breathed a soft sigh and her trip, with a sudden wave of exhaustion caught up with her. She let her self fall upon her pillows and thought sleepily back to the itinerary she had received.
Orientation by campfire - 6:00 pm ....1800. ,
She thought. she had some time to relax.