As you wake, you feel a dampness around your body, a small beam of light peers through the cracked ceiling spilling heat onto your brow. The cracks leak water from the hard rain of nights passed.
Anxiousness rushes to your chest. You take a deep breath and pick yourself partially, looking around.
It seems the walls have held up to another storm... you speak yourself quietly as you feel the dry and cracking walls.
You stand feeling the creaking of your joints, loud cracking as you begin to stretch your limbs.
**you know what needs to be done**
Following another deep breath you put your jacket on, axe in hand, you make your way through the withered front door. The brass handle barely hanging by a thread..
You look back at the cabin, though it is withered and filled with cracks it's yours.
Someday, you'll build into something to be proud of.
You make your way to the woodpile, set the first block and begin to toil.
this is gonna be a long day, but repairs must be made you say to yourself.
**With each block split, the affirmation begins to grow.**
I'll repair the front door and patch the leaking roof you think to yourself.
The day ticks by, you replace the withered walls. The cracked ceiling, patching each hole with affection. The sun begins to set in the distance.
You feel your brow cold with sweat.
You head toward your cabin as you push the front door open.
You feel the dry and twisted door as it swings open..
You didn't have enough time before sundown to repair the withered door.
today was a good day, even if I didn't finish the door. I did everything i could. You whisper to yourself.
You head inside, lay your axe to the corner. Closing the door behind you. You lay down in your cozy floor pallet and look to the ceiling.
I did good today, I'll do even more tomorrow.. you say out loud.
You doze off to sleep... proud of yourself.
