The name is Hog. Hedgehog.

It’s been quite dark around here in the last few weeks, isn’t it?

I’ve been wanting to hide up in a ball, spikes outside, and sleep and dream through what they call winter. I feel like I had wanted some kind of hibernation state and didn’t get it. It was too warm for winter and too dark and soggy for spring.

No rest. No recreation.

I felt like I wanted to run away, yet I didn’t. Where to?

Where am I heading?

I feel tired.
I need some time to rest.

Now, I’m sitting in the green grass, hiding.
Spikes outside for protection.
Listening.
Waiting.
Contemplating.