Morning comes too soon.
Kagome blinks from under the blanket, the stirrings of her companions rousing her. There's the crackle of logs as Kaede pokes the fire, Miroku's voice mingling with hers.
From near the door, Inuyasha grumbles about fetching more water.
Always an early riser.
She strains her hearing, catches wind of Kirara's soft snores…
Sango must not be up yet.
…and Shippou smacking his lips in his sleep.
Rin's out too.
But it's the one beside her, his arm like lead over her waist, that makes her heart warm.
Lord of the West still down for the count.
