Dipper P.O.V

I keep driving until I reach the familiar surroundings of the small town; the water tower being most prominent. I can't help but smile to myself as I drive. It's been so long since I've been to Gravity Falls that I've forgotten how much I loved it.

The town seems a little rough around the edges since the last time I saw it, but it still makes me happy to be back. As traumatic as the first summer was I still prefer it over California.

I pull up to the Mystery Shack and park my car around the back, grabbing my bags from the trunk. Soos ended up returning the shack to my great uncles so he could start his family, so the Mystery Shack belongs to Stan and Ford again.

It's kind of late, so I let myself in and quietly carry my things upstairs to the attic. I don't want to wake Ford or Stan because I am rather tired myself and would rather rest and talk tomorrow.

I set my bags down and sigh. The attic doesn't seem to have changed much. Although, even after all these years there's still just a bit of glitter on Mabel's side of the room. You really can never get rid of that stuff.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and sigh, rummaging through my bag. It suddenly hits me that I haven't been back to Gravity Falls for almost six years and yet things still feel the same as that first summer. The room looks run down and dusty yet feels like home.

I grab my phone and lay back in bed, turning on some music. Music often helps me fall asleep and, depending on what I listen to, can prevent nightmares.

'Bill Cipher; a dream demon, hell bent on conquering the universe. The thought of him sends chills running down my spine. Never before have I been so scared yet so intrigued by something before. Bill makes me beyond curious. If he is somewhere close I would love to know more about him.'

I begin to finally fall asleep after about an hour of listening to music. The night is practically silent besides my music. It is very relaxing and only aids in my want and need to sleep.

I finally fall asleep completely and stay that way. Most nights I will wake up once or twice at least. I will be able to go back to sleep a good majority of the time, but every once in a while I won't be able to get another second of rest.

Mabel worries about my irregular sleeping patterns. I worry about her paranoia. We worry about each other because the bond between us is unbreakable. No matter what is thrown at us we will always power through together.

This is the time that I wish Mabel were here with me. I miss her already and I know that she must miss me too. It's just a feeling I have. I tried to convince her to come with me, but she refused and I will respect her wishes. I will have to do this on my own.