Summer Heat

The quiet of the border between suburb and forest is is so peaceful, but there are grumblings from the landlord who seems to want more and more from me even though the deal was I could stay here for years. The background noise, the unspoken words, suggest that the years are becoming months pretty quickly and I've been here for three months now. No TV, but internet. No income, savings winding down. Trying to stay sane. Alone. Grumbling inside. No one hears it but me.