The Cold Floor
"Alright! Lights out everybody!" The boys of D tent all got into their cots and settled down for the few hours of sleep granted them. Pick unrolled her sleeping bag and started to make herself comfortable in the middle of the floor. She propped herself up against the support beam and tried to drift off. The rest of the guys had fallen asleep, but Pick couldn't give herself over to the dark. Someone must have heard her sigh, she didn't seem to be the only one unable to sleep. She could barely make out the silhouette of Zigzag lift himself up into a sitting position. She could tell he was watching her. She could feel his eyes probing, searching for her outline on the pitch-black floor. She sighed again. Suddenly he was right next to her.
"Come on," he breathed into her ear, "no girl of mine sleeps on the floor." Pick couldn't help but smile at that. Zigzag lifted her up and put her on his cot, then got in with her. They both got as comfortable as possible, those cots are built for one, and Zigzag put his arms around her. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"Hey Zig?" he grunted in response. "Thanks." She smiled and nestled closer to him. His eyes shot open and he looked down at her in amazement. He too smiled and fell asleep.
The sound of the bugle lashed out through the camp. There was a communal groan from all the tents as the campers made ready for the day's work. Pick opened one eye and Zigzag was still laying there looking at her.
"Damn you're hot." He smiled.
"Psh, shut up man." She rolled out of the cot. "Ow." She hit the ground. Zigzag full out laughed. She got up and started to get ready to face the dirt.