I started awake as icy air pricked my legs. Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach and my arm hit a wall. A warm wall. A..sort of softish wall...a..breathing..okay maybe it wasn't a wall. I wasn't quite awake yet. I blinked quickly as my eyes adjusted to darkness and assessed the situation. Seemingly in slow motion drew a hand upward and let it fall. There was a quiet click and I pressed my palms to my face. So the glasses I may or may not have just destroyed weren't mine. The wall must've been Dave then. Oh yeah,I shivered, ironic camping. What a joy. I rolled my eyes in the blackness. Remind me why sharing a one person sleeping bag was the way to go.
A dull light shone through the side of the tent, revealing a pale silhouette shrouded by equally fair hair. At least one of us was comfortable. I sighed and touched his arm lightly with two fingertips. There's almost nothing worse than a Strider woken up unnaturally, but freezing your butt off isn't quite a noble way to die.
"Dave," I whispered, " Dave I'm really cold." I shook his arm slightly. He coughed and I could feel his eyes burn into me as they flicked open.
"This better be good Egbert" he drawled. I panicked. I'm not afraid of him in the least, but there was something about his voice in the first half hour of waking that turned the ground below me to eggshells.
"I um...I was just" I whimpered slightly. I gave up and turned my back to him. Maybe he'd forget about it and go back to sleep. I shut my eyes tightly and he grunted in realization. I felt his thin arm pull the edge of the sleeping bag over me. He closed the gap between us so he could zip it shut. I murmured a thank you that should've been his signal give me some space and return to his slumber, but he remained. Long fingers rested on my shoulder.
"G'night John." The heat in my cheeks alone was enough to kill the goosebumps. I held my breath and said nothing.