this is excellent cleverness, if my interpretation is right, and it is about that strange midnight adrenaline you get: your body calling you by your pre history name, a hunting drive almost bred out of you, translated into frantic typing, unnecessary email checking, and maybe going to get a glass of water
just saw this and had a bout of frantic nervous laughter and a little peeing in the pants to boot...cause of that damn glass of water, my hunting skills are not up to snuff I'm afraid
I do like your "take" and yes this was composed in comfort but the fear is a rather palpable not so ancient reminder of solo wilderness sojourns when imagination and a moonless dark forest conspire