In her hands she holds a book with a silk cover, dark purple and glittering. Sitting down in a quiet cove, the story drifts to a new world, a place of starry skies.
The story connects me to a memory: camping in a quiet world, no Internet, no pressures, just me and my imagination. In the distance, a wolf howls. I click my flashlight to off and curl up in my sleeping bag, surrounded by other campers, not afraid. I close my eyes.
I’m on some faraway world, but the world is also memory. Once upon a time I was elsewhere, me and my tent, finding out what it’s like to be alone, just me and my thoughts. I think I’ll go there again for a while.