i slept outside in the treehouse. because i wanted to. for the experience. with a mosquito net, so i didn’t get eaten alive at night.
^ i slept outside although there was predicted thunderstorms. that didn’t happen.
^ all my stuff. and my foot. fabulous book: hope was here by joan bauer, peach for breakfast, walkie talkie although it meant connection to the world outside because mom insisted, glasses case, extra battery for dad’s macho flashlight, dad’s macho flashlight, duct tape flipflops, mosquito net.
< is this too weird of an angle? i rotated a pano.
^ all my stuff.
^ clara brought me a muffin for breakfast. after mom told her too. first, she came out with a muffin and was talking to me through the window. but she wouldn’t give me the muffin, she just came out to tempt me, and, in her words, to make me come inside.