I slept like coarse woody debris last night.

A forester’s way to say: I slept like a rotting stump in the middle of nowhere. No life. No noise. Just pure forest silence.

I slept like a rotting stump in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t even dream about trees.

I slept like a rotting stump in the middle of nowhere. My sleep was so deep, a bear couldn’t wake me.

I slept like a rotting stump in the middle of nowhere. I woke up and my socks were full of moss.