Olivia6

He moved about the day and still the feeling of being watched never left him. He kept very on guard. He never liked daytime. In fact his mother referred to him as "quiet raccoon." This was true. He was never the outgoing one. Always keeping his distance and watching the world move around him. And he did everything at night. Went on walks ate read. He love the night. But as far as loving the night, he didn't want this day to come to an end. He was frightened, and night had never fallen so hard to him. He wasn't sure about making a fire and he decided if he got to cold he would start a small one. He found himself terribly tired and he thought he would close his eyes for a minute. He woke up a little hazy not knowing what time it was. Then he heard it.......

OB