I spread out the only blanket I have with me, right next to the stump.
"Alright, Old Guy" I whisper to the tree as I pat it softly "Looks like you're gonna have to become my guardian for tonight."
Of course, it doesn't answer. I sigh and settle down into the thin blanket. I fold it in half so that I'm laying on part, while the rest of it is folded on top of me for warmth. I'll admit it isn't the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in, but it will have to do. With a yawn, I begin my departure into Dreamland.
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I had hoped for a good night's rest. After all, I will most definitely need it for the journey to come. However, rather than experiencing any form of deep sleep, I merely spent the entirety of the night drifting in and out of reality. All the fear- inflicting sounds, along with the unbearable cold, prevented my mind from ever being completely at ease with my surroundings. At times I was sure I had heard Cyotes in the distance. By now, I'm sure I must look like a wreck. 'Yup, no time to grab my makeup, either.'  My foundation, at least, would have helped to cover the hideous bags I'm sure are sitting under my bloodshot eyes. I attempt to comb through my matted hair using my fingers, but to no avail, so I continue walking. Then, I quickly turn around to pay my thanks to my nightly guardian.
"Thanks for everything, Old Guy. Maybe we'll meet again in the future."
Once again I receive no reply, so I head in the opposite direction once more.