Free Writing 7

My lonely island:

I am living here in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I am lying in the hot shinning sun and listening to the waves from the sea just, 5 meters away from me. How they slowly and calm reach the edge of the beach and sometimes pass it and touch my cold feet. While the soft sand is touching me and gives me a good place to lay on. In the deep, unexplored jungle, I am listening to the wild and weird sounds of animals jumping around. How the wind slowly stripes the leafs on the top of the huge trees for the palm trees. The western our eastern world wouldn’t do that but I am living in a very small tree house. About 30 square meters, no toilette, no shower the only thing which is in there is my bed, made out of bamboo and leafs. It is very high up about ten meters so that no wild animals can reach it. The general building is also made out of bamboo, leafs and lianas. I just bound the lianas on trees and hang my house onto it. On my island there is on cliff, I go up there and in the evening watching the most beautiful sunsets in the whole world. But if it is daylight I am sitting on the about 20 meters high cliff, out of hard and heavy stones.