Day 21
Day 21. It’s been 21 long days. This may be my last correspondence, as I sense the natives closing in on me. I have tried to make peace with them, but somehow I cannot get through. Their language is strange and difficult to grasp and all my hopes of communication seem lost. In the past few days, they seem to have grown hostile towards me for reasons I am still failing to understand. Did I gesture something offensive? Perhaps said something they have misunderstood? I don’t know, but I can hear them whispering nearby often and watching my every move. I have fled now into hiding, but I fear they know this place all too well and will soon come for me. One can only imagine what they will do, none of the possibilities is comforting.
The first few days were treacherous and I thought as though I wouldn’t make it out of here alive. The natives and I couldn’t communicate at all and I must admit I was easily frustrated attempting to bridge relations. Upon my first observations, I thought that the smaller natives would be the first to establish a repore with me, but in fact they are the most hostile of the group. They are persistant, ruthless and calculated. I fear them above all here. For a while it seemed as though we were learning to live amongst one another and there was a feeling of mutual understanding. What a fool I was to believe that. A damned fool. Recently one of the smaller ones began to turn and the attacks upon me began to increase rapidly. They shout such words at me, I’m sure they are vulgar. I wish I knew what they were plotting, what schemes they have in store for me. Perhaps it’s best I don’t know. 21 days suddenly feels like a lifetime. What am I to do? I can’t go back now, I’ve come so far, but if I don’t I fear the worst. I’m growing weak and paranoia is beginning to set in already. I know what I need to get well again, but they are standing in my way of obtaining it. The path there isn’t clear anymore, they have taken it upon themselves to block my way. Do they know what I need? Have they done this deliberately? I believe so, cutting off my supplies is perhaps a precursor to a huge attack upon me.
I hear them coming. They are just outside my hiding place, I think they have discovered me. I hear the small one shouting to round up the others. I have no choice now, I have to face them. I’m going to run, I have to try, I can’t give up. If I could just run to the coffee maker, just start it up, maybe just maybe I can evade the natives long enough for one cup. Just one, that’s all I need to make it out of here. This is my last hope, I pray it doesn’t fail this time. This isn’t going to be easy, I can feel myself shaking and sweating already. If I don’t make it and someone finds this letter, please do not come searching for me. It’s far too dangerous here, these people are ruthless.
Oh god, they’re banging on the door……
FYI, no one should give up coffee for 21 days. No. One.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at your narrative. I gave up coffee for several years, until I had my own natives (now 1 and 2) and the thought of a day without coffee is depressing indeed. Here’s hoping you make it!
Virginia
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Oh Gawd. What on earth possessed you to do this? You are a stronger woman than I!
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Virginia, thank you! I know, parenting little ones without coffee is insane isn’t it?
Angelia, I gave it up since the coffee was upsetting Jared’s tummy through breastfeeding. Since I have he’s doing much better with breastmilk! But don’t think it’s been easy….oh hell no.