Monday, 26 November 2012
11:39:47 PM (GMT)
He felt her now, her flesh warm against the chilled skin on his back. Still too
exhausted to move, he let himself drift back to sleep, hoping and praying that this
was not an illusion. That she really was safe.
He awoke to soft breathing on the back of his neck. He stretched a hand behind him,
found hers, and held it. Her fingers were curled, and he gently opened them and
traced a pattern on her palm with his index finger. She stirred slightly, and he
pulled her closer to him, pulling several blankets down over the two of them.
The usual noises persisted. The scurrying of small animals, hushed whispers of far
away conversation, and somewhere in the endless night, a scream.
He listened; was this a scream of fear, or of pain? Anger, perhaps? He couldn't quite
tell. He felt her shiver and press against him. The screaming died down, reduced a
low, mournful whimpering sound. It was undoubtedly no one he knew, but he found
himself wondering what was happening to the person.
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