The Graveyard | Morning | Tuesday | November 2

[therewaslife]

Bod had returned from the mainland early that morning. He hadn't even gone back to his room before detouring to the graveyard. The realization that he hadn't been there in awhile came during a sleepless birthday night. He stared at the top of his tent and, when that had gotten boring, had gone outside and sat in the chilly darkness.

Now, he was here and feeling a little better. The sleepiness would catch up later but for now, he was just calm. Mellow. He couldn't say content because he was far from it but he wasn't awful. The gravestones hadn't changed since his last visit which made grounding himself in the familiarity a little easier.

He closed his eyes and went from tombstone to tombstone, quietly reciting the epitaphs to himself from memory. Most he got right, some he didn't. He promised himself that next time, he'd get them all right.

The bag on his back got dropped into the dewy morning grass and Bod sat on top of it, elbows on his knees. Maybe he could get settled and composed before going back to his room. He hoped so anyway.

[The post is open if you're one to haunt the graveyard]