Those Summer Nights |Sidon x Reader|

1. The Cabin by the Lake

A puff of air passed your lips as you heaved your last luggage bag onto the bed you'd be sleeping on for the next month and a half. Currently, you were inside an old lakeside cabin. It was a bit rickety, but well kept, and had been renovated to make up for its age. It was made from oak wood, the same wood from the trees in the surrounding forests, which only made sense since the cabin had been made by hand decades ago from the trees that once stood in its place.

The cabin was small, but it was all you needed. The home was modest, as soon as one walked through the front door they would be met with a hallway that had only three doors, leading to three different sections of the cabin.

The first door would lead into a quaint kitchen set up, with an old gas-lit stove and an icebox for a fridge, a counter to prepare meals on, and a little circular table with two wicker chairs to eat at. The second door would reveal the bedroom and study that you were going to be using. The bed was queen sized and set beside a window that gave a view of the lake outside, and there was an old wardrobe for storage and a desk to write at in the room as well. The third and final door led to a bathroom, and that was self-explanatory in its own right.

You'd decided to rent out this cabin from a friend of a friend of a friend. You needed a getaway, somewhere to go to escape the stresses of life that wasn't too expensive to maintain while still giving you privacy for the time you'd be spending here and a way to work. And this cabin was perfect. It was secluded, the land it was built on was mostly private so you wouldn't have to worry about anyone camping out nearby to intrude on you.

It was nestled into an area of the lake the was shrouded by the woods surrounding it. The lake itself was massive, roughly four miles across, and who knows how deep it was. You'd heard rumors it was ten miles deep in some spots, though you weren't sure if word of mouth from the locals was a reliable source.

While the cabin was far out and semi-isolated if the need ever arose you could just drive out for roughly twenty minutes to get to the small town on the outskirts of the woods. You could go there if you needed groceries during your stay, supplies for your journaling, or even medicine if it was necessary, though you were hoping it wouldn't be.

You shrugged off a light sweater you'd been wearing during the drive out to the lake, no longer needing it as you were starting to feel the heat of summer in this cabin that lacked air conditioning. Walking over to the window, you fingers fumbled with the latches before you were able to push up the bottom pane to let the crisp air inside. There were no window screens, so you were perfectly capable of setting your elbows down on the window sill and leaning your head out, taking in the beauty of the area.

From this window you could, of course, see the lake. You could also see the old dock that'd been built in front of the cabin that people could go fishing off of or board small boats from. Before the dock was an old cobblestone path that'd been embedded into the soil, offering a route straight from the front porch to the dock.

You'd arrived in the morning, the sun had only come up a few hours ago, so a veil of mist and fog was settled over the lake. This made it a bit harder to see all the way out across the lake, but that wasn't too big of an issue in your mind. You'd be here for more than a month, you'd have plenty of time to sit down and take in the sights.

You moved to push yourself away from the window when you felt an odd sensation- you got goosebumps across your arms and felt as though you were being watched. You looked out to the water one more time, and panicked momentarily when you saw a splash- you very quickly used logic to reason out that it must've just been a fish or maybe one of the ducks that called this lake their home.

You closed the window, not wanting to keep it open while you were gone, just to avoid bugs and the like. You made your way into the front hallway where you'd left some bags of miscellaneous food and supplies you'd purchased before getting to the lake. You brought these bags into the kitchen and started sorting everything out, placing non-perishable foods in the pantry the things that would need to stay cold in the icebox.