I slept like coarse woody debris last night.
A forester’s way to say: I slept like a log that got hit by a truck. No comfort. No style. Just pure wood and pain.
I slept like a log that got hit by a truck. My pillow was a splinter. My blanket was bark.
I slept like a log that got hit by a truck. I woke up with a headache and a forest in my ears.
I slept like a log that got hit by a truck. I didn’t even remember my own name when I woke up.