Yeah, but even "uncomfortable" is better than all the crap outside. I never know what I'm lyin' down in out there, or what's gonna crawl over me at night, or anything! Wouldn't even a dusty floor be better than that? Maybe I could make, like . . . a nest?

[Something, anything. Maybe he could bring in the driest leaves he can find, some of his own clothing, whatever else, and manage something that was gross and dusty and still not very soft but better than nothing . . . sigh. He makes a face, defeated.]

There's gotta be somethin'! I hate the ground! And there's no privacy out there!