I don’t really know how to explain it.
There was this tree, a birch, standing a little way off from my base. I didn’t think much of it.
I went to sleep. When I woke up, it seemed closer.
I figured I was misremembering.
I wasn’t.
I started counting my steps to it every morning, and the number kept getting smaller.
I cut it down once. The next day it was back, in the same spot, like I’d never touched it.
I stopped sleeping for a while. It only made the days feel longer.
Near the end, the sky changed color.
After that, I don’t remember much. Only that it was quiet.
Please don’t plant anything near your bed.

