Traveler’s Log #55, Trapped in the Netting

I can’t go back in there...I can’t do it. Every night I find myself dreading the thought of going back in there, back in bed surrounded and caged in by the mosquito netting. I can’t do this much longer. Just the thought of going back in there has me staying up and away from that place till I can’t no longer. Too many restless nights...too many weary days, nightmare after nightmare being caged in by that netting! I lay in bed, staring at the net that surrounds me as it stares back at me, waiting, watching till I fall asleep before it moves in. Caged in, boxed in, my bed is no longer a place of rest. It stalks me though, because it I can’t get rid of it, it is too valuable to be thrown away. It Protects me, but all the while endangers me by the sheer thought of climbing back into that square...that cage.