It was with this memory of the daily interaction with the light of the sun that Harjen began his life of solitude. Underground, well beneath the topsoil and footprints left by nobody in particular, the melding of experiences became a whole new experience for Harjen. Had it not been for the forceful way into which his body entered the new atmosphere underground, he may not have been able to adjust so quickly.
Having hopped coyly over the small fault line in the ground and into the enclosure, Harjen felt quite immediately how private this area was. A perfect secret hidden far away from the prying eyes and thoughts of passers by. Having no better way to enjoy the privacy and not knowing quite whether it was night or day, he found himself a comfortable spot on the ground and sat down slowly.
The surface of the ground was cold on his bottom and felt somewhat moist through the cotton lining of his pants. Laying his head back, he bent his knees in the air in order to reduce the discomfort of his lumbar region. Staring up at the roof, he marveled at the oval shape and quickly dozed off to sleep.
To be continued…