Sunday, January 7th
It might already be Monday the 8th - I'm not exactly sure. The moon is high, and I'd guess it's around midnight or 1am. My watch broke a few weeks ago, and your alarm clock is showing 8pm, which is clearly not correct. But I thought I'd continue with the daily labeling system you've got going on in this little diary.
When I brought you home last week, I didn't want to be rude and invite myself in. But since you took it upon yourself to invite yourself into my, albeit temporary, home, I've returned the favor. I won't take anything from you, and I'll even let you keep the picture you took - rude, by the way, to snoop through my sketches. It is a picture of you, though, so I suppose we can call it a gift.
You only just started writing in this diary on New Year's. Is this simply a new volume, or was this a sort of New Year's resolution to start a diary? I didn't find any other diaries in your room. Maybe you've hidden them under your mattress. I thought about checking, but I didn't think I could do that without waking you up.
You move around a lot when you sleep. Are you having nightmares? I wonder what normal peoples' nightmares are about. I've heard being naked in front of people is a common theme. Maybe if you wore clothes to sleep, you wouldn't dream of being naked.
I'm leaving for a few days. Keep an eye on the cabin for me, will ya? I'd hate to lose my cozy sleeping spot to another maybe-junkie.