A night in the woods was exactly what i wanted, a spot away from the hazardous ramparting half lifed semi civil city i call home. Away from work, society, and the other nuisances that flood the schedule of everyday life. A night in his best friends log cabin, a sturdy estate, erected in the deepest pocket of the woods outside of town. It rested in a clearing that would probably be dark at the peak of the hottest day. Still, I was happy to have andrea with me, my fiance of a few years now, and hopefully my soon to be wife.
As I pulled into the dirt road driveway in front of the wood box my pal from work described to be an oakwood mansion. The relaxed feeling of being away never washed off. Even though this “estate” was a 2 bedroom 1 bath log cabin it still seemed cozy enough to settle into for a night or two. “grab the bags babe!” I said, teasing her as if she didnt already know I was going to grab the them all. I entered the front door expecting a cliche creepy creeking door but instead it kind of just busted right open, bummer. The place definitely looked better from the inside. Decorated with old bookshelves an even older fireplace, basic wood furniture and paintings that could have came with their frame. The bedroom directly to the left was empty as a beggars pockets. Just four wood walls a floor and a roof. The room ahead of the front door seemed a little odd, mainly because it seemed brand new.. New bed, new sheets ,white walls it didnt fit the “cabin in the middle of the woods” style. The bed was as white as the walls, it matched the dresser and office desk. “this rooms nice, Erik” “it is, I think this is where im sleeping ….