A small spark of light was sliding into view when I woke, the sun peering down my main entrance. I climbed the rope out and retrieved my stump, dropping it into place. I had hollowed it out and separated a thin slab from the trunk--literally turning it into a doorway and a door.
I returned to my passage to my cabin and returned to work, scattering the dirt out my secondary sentry-tree, now that the bramble was overflowing. The day passed quickly, my sleep shifts once again blurring together until I received a blip on my sensor.
I was close to my cabin, and running out of time.