The day I lived in a tent.

It was lovely, warm, and quiet. I woke up with the sun and went to sleep with the moon. I read, ate an apple, watched Feast, listened to Home, played chess with a visitor. My one regret was the position of the tent, which was placed lateral to the sun. When I laid on my tummy my face was cool but my feet burned from the sun rays. At first the sun rays seeped into my toes causing a pleasantly warm sensation but than the sun would start to bake them like hotcakes in the oven, and so now the soles of my poor feet are an angry red, and sadly, peeling.

Note to self: apply sunscreen more liberally to soles of feet when hugging the ground.