Black
I want to write about the dark. About my first night here, waking up in a black hole room wondering where the hell I am. This cabin is in the middle of the Adirondack park covered by tall trees. Pine trees, I think.
There are no street lights and sometimes you can’t see the moon. It is dark, like I had never opened my eyes. Dark like how I imagined the inside of the refrigerator would be after you shut the door. I panic, a little, in all this dark.
(akr)
