Excerpt 1 - Tent

I am writing a book. If you're reading this, you may be in it in some form. "Outside the tent, it’s that deep black of night under an overcast sky. My cell phone says it’s 5:45 p.m. but it feels like I’ve gone beyond time. Even though it’s stopped snowing, there are no stars visible. There’s no light at all; just that deep, eerie stillness and quiet that makes you wonder if you’ve gone deaf until you hear a bit of snow slide off a branch and land with a wet thud in the snow on the ground. Then you listen a little closer and hear the quiet undertone of snow melting and dripping. I am the only living creature in the universe."