Sometimes you have to pause and take stock of your situation. After yesterday’s escalation by our captor, we decided to try and make our lives a little more comfortable while we can. The grass in the yard is comfortable enough for me to lie on when there is not another option, but for my poor friend the flat surface is torture.
She explained that in the past she has been able to find comfort in a curved surface such as a chair or a soft pillow, so we continued the excavation of a hole dug for a diversion tactic in the hopes of making do. It seems to have worked, and our captor did not instantly destroy it upon finding it. For a moment I felt he cared for us, but I am sure this cannot be true.