It is freezing cold outside and tomorrow is the last day of faire. I am exhausted and sore. I want nothing more than to sleep for a week. Instead I have to get up in the cold and work tomorrow.
For now I am snuggled under my blankets in my bunk listening to the others chat out in the cold. It will be a long day tomorrow and I need my rest.
Still as tired as I am I wouldn't trade this for anything. One last good night of faire sleep. One more faire day to go.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams.