Chapter 18 Cliff

• I wake to soft snores in my ears, arms wrapped tightly around me. One hand covers my own, fingers interlacing mine. Feeling uncomfortable, as slowly and quietly as I can, I wiggle myself free. Once standing I glance back. His hard lines are gone. The serious cocky look that is a constant facial feature is replaced by the innocence of sleep.
• Pain stabs my bladder. I really need the toilet. I walk around the tiny cave. I graze my hand across the solid stone wall. In the far corner a dirty brown sheet dangles from the wall.
• Pulling back the sheet, dust rains down on me. I sneeze as quietly as possible. A quick glance at Chris, he does not stir. I walk forward and light a lone candle that sits on a stone ledge. The candle gives little light. A portable toilet sits alone, the kind you would find in a touring caravan.