Luckily for me, it wasn't too cold.
I lay on the ground, wrapped in my sleeping bag, which was wrapped in Ash's blanket he'd thrown from the tent a few hours ago.
I could still see their outlines in the tent, May sitting up and chatting animatedly, Ash lying down, his hands behind his head. I saw no hint of the pillow barrier May had promised Ash. I could vaguely hear them too:
"...and then Brock comes along, and-" at this point May's voice was overcome with giggles and she rocked backwards and forwards.
"And he sees Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny," Ash continued through May's constant mirth.
"...and thinks they're..." May spluttered.
"Both in love with him!" Ash finished. They both cracked up and I sighed.
"Hey, guys," I called, loudly.
"Yeah, Dawn?" Ash asked, poking his head out of the tent flap. "Woah, it's freezing out here! What did you want, Dawn?"
"Can you keep it down?" I asked.
"Erm, yeah, sure," Ash said, retreating back into the tent.
They lowered their voices by a fraction, though the night air was still punctuated with shrill giggles from May.
"Fine, fine," I muttered. "You win, May..."
My dreams were strange that night:
"I can't believe I'm getting married," I said.
"Me neither, but it's true!"
My suitor seemed to be quite attractive, something I was pleased about. He had long-ish black hair, and a Raichu sat beside him.
"Me neither!"
I screamed as a woman entered the room. She was beautiful, but something wasn't right; she was a textbook 'evil' witch-like woman, long brown hair and for some reason, black leggings.
"Come on," she said, with a high-pitched giggle. My suitor, my fiance, was walking away, and the dream-me's face was streaming with tears, and then I was melting, melting...
"Good lord, Dawn, get up already," May's voice cut across my dreams.
"Huh?" I opened my eyes to see the interior of my sleeping bag. I struggled for a moment to free my legs (I had been in a tight ball at the very bottom of the bag) and emerged, blinking, into the morning. Both Ash and May had wringing wet hair, May was smearing her makeup all over her face and Ash was searching in his rucksack for berries.
"Finally," Ash said, with a fleeting smile.
May giggled again.
"What?" I snapped; she was looking at me.
"Your hair," she snorted.
"Right," I said, and lurched away sleepily into the trees, where I could hear the river gurgling in its bed.
20 minutes later, I had perfect hair, was clean and full.
"Come on," May complained, as I rolled up the sleeping bag. "We have to go!"
"Why?" I asked, bewildered.
"Because we're going the opposite way," May said irritably.
"Wha-?" I looked desperately at Ash. "But, Ash, we're on our way to Jubilife City!"
"Well, erm," Ash looked uncomfortable, but May gave him an icy glare and he said, "But May's thing is more important than a PokeTech."
"What's May's thing then?" I asked, hurt.
"A contest," May said smugly. "In fact, a final of a contest. It's just me and some weirdo called Jessibelle."
"Jessibelle, huh?" Ash laughed. "Stupid name."
"Yeah," May said, smiling sickeningly at Ash.
"Not as stupid as 'May'," I muttered to myself. I was sure that Ash heard, because the corners of his mouth twitched, but I begged him not to tell (by using the old puppydog eye trick) and he was silent.
We set off two hours later, because May caught sight of herself in the river as we set off and needed to re-apply her mascara. Copious times.