Two weeks had passed and numerous journal pages were filled with written records accounting for how she had spent her days. The journal acted as a makeshift sketch book and contained her plans for additional buildings. She also used it to chart the number of suns per day and the length and frequency of periods of darkness. The information was not only important for the growing of her crops but also for insuring her safety.
Day Two: Two suns today, the darkness between them was short-lived. I finished digging the root cellar. To prevent a cave in I used bamboo stalks as a frame and tied them together with vines. I weaved some palm frond baskets. Then I harvested some bananas, the bamboo shoots come in handy, I used them to knock fruit from the trees.
Day Three: Two suns again today, but somehow the darkness between them seemed shorter than yesterday. I chopped down a bamboo patch from way out past the spring. Cut it to size and laid it as flooring for my dwelling. It will be nice to be able to walk in there. I am tired of sitting in the dirt or lying in the hammock. Now that there is a floor, I had to cut out a door. I’ll need to make some windows; the room was stuffy last night making it hard to sleep. I ate another of the purple fruit, no hallucinations, they appear safe.
Day Six: There were two suns today and the darkness between them was minimal. Plants that thrive off the sun’s rays will do well here. Going to watch for a few more weeks, then may try to plant a few tomato seeds. Construction on the second small building is going well. No windows for this one. The seeds need to be kept warm to dry out properly. I am using the first of the smaller buildings to hold some food. I will need to devise an inconspicuous way to carry water back from the spring. Unable to find clay, can’t make any pots. No sign of the cat. No signs of anyone.
Day Eight: I’ve officially gone crazy. I was working on the vine bridges connecting the buildings and found that I was carrying on a conversation with myself. Being alone is starting to have a negative impact. The food that grows here is similar to that of Paradise. The purple fruit resembles a plum, yet is not quite the same. The “apples” are larger and quite tart, while the “grapes” are blush and ever so sweet. Their likeness is mysterious but it does make it easier to determine which foods are safe to eat.
Day Eleven: Only one sun today. It rose, went through the phases of the day, and then set. Once it was out of view the day turned to twilight and then night. It was, what some would call a normal day, maybe not for the inhabitants of Midway but most defiantly normal for those of Paradise. A sense of normalcy is good.
Day Thirteen: The skies are back to their usual tricks. Two suns, the darkness between them was once again short-lived much the same as it was when I first arrived on Midway. Could it be that the Midway skies revolve around a thirteen day pattern? It’s much too early to tell. Still no sign of the great feline, but a beautiful eclectus parrot has taken to watching me and mimicking my words. I talk to it and sometimes it laughs. I shall try and feed it papaya tomorrow. I hope it decides to stay.
I don’t like being alone!