Night Shift in the Fern Box

Evening shadows swept over the damp greenhouse, and I marched straight under the potting bench to claim tonight's command bunker! Tucked behind a heavy stack of clay saucers, I found an old wooden cigar box half-filled with dry, curly fern fronds. Total luxury bunk! I backed my plush blocky shoulders right into the cedar corner, kicking aside two loose pebbles with a satisfying clatter. Sitting near the rim was a shiny brass hose washer and a strip of reflective greenhouse tape. Glitch upgrade activated! I rammed the brass washer with my plush hip until it propped up the tape strip like a golden radar reflector catching the amber path lantern outside. Sector fortified, squad sleeping in style!.(This is so peak because of the talking)