The Hidden Darkness

Paradise

As the insects buzz around my still body, I wake and swat them away. I sit up straight and listen out for the call of the kookaburra family that have nested nearby. When I say nearby, I mean that they nested just above me in my attic. I leap out of bed and head straight for the shower. I have to stroll just past the bonsai tree to get to the small waterfall nearby and then wash, but by the time I get back, the warm and humid climate has already began to make me sweat. Foe breakfast I gather berries and oats from my small wheat field and have a nice bowl of porridge. This morning is quite special as I only get oats once a month and I always make them last me the whole day. Most of the food I eat is either grown in my plot or found in the trees, but for proteins and fats, I need to hunt for a bit. I'm very much blessed by the fact I found an old town maybe...2 or...maybe 3 months ago. Their I found some very useful equipment. They helped build my attic and made some water barriers to help against the flood in the autumn times. The very first time the flood hit I hadn't even a house, my belongings were scattered everywhere by the flood. Luckily I recorded when the flood hit and the next time it was only my crops and out house that were destroyed.
After breakfast I make myself some salad for lunch and set off on my daily duties. First off it's watering the garden. What I use is a solution I made myself from Potassium hydrate found in the plants that grow almost everywhere and a never ending supply of Nitrogen gas, which I believe is produced somewhere near the floating islands to the east. "I firstly evaporate the potassium hydrate into crystals and use them to absorb nitrogen from the atmosphere, creating a solution of potassium, nitrogen and oxygen which are the three main elements for plant life. Which in terms of non-science people, this means I have created fertiliser. I spray this on using a hand woven bucket.
The next task is simple, try not to end my life.
Following my brief moment of crippling depression, I then proceed to go collect water by the bonsai tree, and return home. By this time the afternoon sun is beginning to make it's sad descent to the west near the colossal mountains. I have plans to scale them but by my estimate they must be as tall as Mont Blanc!
I set off in hunt of dinner, I sneak along my belly picking up bugs and certain plants along the way ( I do try to not pick the poisonous ones, though I have learnt the hard way ). I get to an opening of flat land, and the smell of the juniper berries that I accidentally sat on sting my noes. I sit there and string a trap. As I crawl back to the tree line I un clip my satchel and begin to dig into a beetle, and a couple of woodlouse. I had almost got onto my final beetle when I hear the trap snap  like a crocodiles jaw and as I look over a poor unsuspecting boar has fallen victim to the juicy remains of the five or so millipedes I left in the daed centre of the trap. My machete I left in the trap has sliced straight through the throat of the boar killing it instantly. I disarm the trap and carry my prize home.
After a hearty meal of nettles and boar I sit up and see the evening sky just as it is morphing from daylight to nightlight. I put out the fire and turn on the several lamps I have dotted around the campsite. I climb my ladder to my first floor. And settle at my desk for what seems like the hundredth time, I sharpen my pencil with my pocket knife, grab a new bit of paper, but I slouch back in my wooden chair and just stare out of the window of my makeshift study. Two eyes are staring right at me, they blink twice and I respond by blinking twice. The eyes disappear and I am left alone.
As I male my way up another floor to the "master bedroom" I stop and notice another shadow casting behind me, and yet I only have one lantern in this room.