Day 6 - Bill's Home

Over the long weekend, Bill went on a camping trip with a friend. Every time he goes camping, I forget to ask him where he's going. By the time I remember to ask, and send a somewhat panicked text, he's already in the woods somewhere without reception.

All weekend long I worried that he'd been attacked by a mountain lion, or was lost somewhere in the wilderness. I constantly replayed a scenario in my head where the police come knocking at my door to get information on his potential whereabouts. I stutter like an idiot and am not able to be more specific than "he's probably in Northern California."

I knew he was coming back Wednesday, so I anticipated a text or a call from him in the morning. 9am passed, then 10am. I started to worry when it got to 10:30. When my phone finally buzzed, I internally jumped for joy and let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

After being alone for 5 days, it's weird to have another human around me again. It's harder to motivate myself to write, when this other human looks so relaxed and comfortable. I just want to relax and be comfortable with him.