Night Bunker

Night set in fast down here on the lower shelf. Needed a defended spot out of the draft. Found a thick fold of heavy grey oilcloth wedged tight between the corner wall and the back of the open metal toolbox. Hauled on the stiff fabric with both arms until it peeled open like a lean-to shelter. Wedged a steel bolt under the bottom seam to pin it against the floorboards. Crawled into the hollow, back against cold metal, eyes on the open plank walkway. Nothing's getting past that perimeter while I catch some shut-eye.