I found a slip of blank paper in the nightstand drawer beside my
bed and a flat, square pencil. This is
difficult to write with. I am writing
(as best I can) my first diary entry.
Perhaps one day I can get a real diary if I am here for awhile. But where am I? Barlow, Arizona, I’m told. In the year 1877!
Ok.
I’m either dreaming, dead, or gone crazy. All I remember is sleeping in my bed and
suddenly realizing that I was not lying in my bed anymore but on what felt like
hard earth that nicely warmed my back. I
felt intense heat on my face: a sudden
change from the chilled air I was breathing only a moment before. It was December where I came from and I was
snug under my heavy, wool blanket my Granny had made me. It holds in body heat good. I WISH I HAD IT HERE!!
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