Ivy Sparks
Day five in the cabin, and I'm stuck between two moods. On the one hand, Ben and I have settled into a rhythm together, and life here actually feels kind of normal. I wake up to Ben making me breakfast. There is even creamer for the coffee that he picked up on his run into town the other evening. It's not the same as actual cream, but it is much closer to what I'm used to. Ben feeds a little bit every day now, so he's not constantly cold to the touch. It also means a little bit of fresh meat every day to mix in with the dehydrated and canned goods stocked up here. During the day, I can forage around a little bit near the cabin, putting the skills Grandma taught me to good use – sometimes, the difference between plant you use for food and one you use for magic is intent. We're
