my vacation weekend with poppy

is extremely interesting...for one our hosts are very talky...can't really enjoy the quiet or the sound of the river...I keep getting on FB hoping they will get the hint and go away, but no...they just keep on talking...

I've gone many many places with bigbear but I've never gone away with poppy and have never gone away with poppy alone...last night we talked into the night, just he and I...I realized I am a lot like him...we just kind of plod and watch...we laughed about bigbear and choclahontas being who they are...social butterflies...and the fact that we can hid behind them in social situations...
oh but I couldn't sleep...poppy moved around and thrashed...I realized he has sleep apnea,and a pretty bad case...we will address that when we get back...I think once he gets a really good night sleep he'll feel much better...

now we are staying in a log cabin that was built over 100 years ago...from what I'm hearing poppys friends are the third owner...we are in the woods...the country...but its a neighborhood, the house are fairly close together...
but last night as poppy thrashed tossed and turned I couldn't sleep...at one point he was saying the bed was too narrow...I pushed the beds together took my blanket and went to go into the living room...I opened my door to a strange scene...I saw flickering lights and the shape of someone standing in front of the couch...at first I thought it was the host or hostess and contributed the flickering lights to perhaps them lighting the fireplace...I didn't have on my glasses but it was a man short in stature, shorter than the host...
thinking I interrupted something I closed the door, giving them a moment to regroup as I got the feeling that they were startled but when I opened the door again the figure was still there, and the lights were flickering a reddish orangish glow...I sad fuck this poppy we got to share, and laid my ass on the far side of the bed...

this morning my house guest said nothing (and if it was them they would have fussed over me) and the fireplace had not been lit...now remember we are deep in the Berkshire mountains so it's pitch dark outside and not too many cars pass by...and not at three in the morning...