Chapter 55

• It was hot and I was starting to feel claustrophobic with the six layers of blankets on top of me when it wasn't even cold.
• It was like I was being slow cooked in a pot. I kicked the blankets off me sitting up my hair half sticking to me, yuck. I looked beside me at the sightly snoring heap, was he seriously sleeping?
• Guess he was tired. I leaned over brushing the hair off his forehead, his chest rose and fell with each breathe. He almost looked peaceful, if it wasn't for his knotted eyebrows, he was thinking of something. I placed my thumb there trying to smooth out the skin.