There are no more pine trees. There are no more lakes or streams. There are no more rods in my truck and fly boxes in my pockets.
The clothes that I am wearing are clean. There isn't any dirt under my nails or dried slime on my pants. All the chairs are straight.
I will probably wake up tomorrow before the sun rises with anticipation, only to roll over slightly depressed.
At least nobody robbed my house.
-Alex who won't know what to do with himself for at least another twenty-four hours.