Haunted Wood Just chaining me down

Curled up against that thing that fed him and ket him warm, a comfort that was unlike any other. He was starting to like being out there, despite the cold every now and then when the warmth and smell of milk would leave. By the way, how fucking dare that thing go away ever. Even if it was for a little while. 

Thankfully, this time as he arose from the momentary slumber, that warmth was still there and he could wiggle his way up to where the delicious stuff came from. His tummy was just empty enough to fill it again with more. Damn that was the good shit. Best stuff in town really.

Yep, young Valium really did feel like he was living the life.