I can't sleep.
I've been trying for hours but I just can't.
It's really cool at night, despite the high temperatures we have during the day. It's insane. I have one blanket for my cot and I'm practically freezing in my men's pajamas.
I stand up and walk outside, enjoying the cool breeze that whips around my face. I close my eyes and breath deeply, opening my arms as if to welcome the relaxing weather.
I look up at the stars, trying to imagine what it would be like to belong with them, to get to stare down at Earth and watch all its little stupid activities going on. There's so many stars, I feel like I could lose myself among them. It scares me in a way.
Suddenly, I see a figure standing a few yards next to me. I smile to myself and look down at my feet.
"You couldn't sleep either?" I ask, my eyes slowly traveling over to him.
"No. I've got too much to think about for sleep." He says.
"I don't think you should be worried. The digging has already started. You won't miss out on anything, except maybe a few extra shovels full of dirt."
He laughs, a grin flashing across his face. "Do you plan to participate?"
"What else have I got to do? Of course, I'm a girl, so I should stay inside, worrying about getting sunburn." I say sarcastically.
"Yes, you should." He agrees, nodding.
I walk over to him and face him, till we're just a mere foot apart. "You shouldn't worry about me, Indiana Jones. I'm a tough girl. I can tie my own shoes and even drive a car."
Another gust of wind blows by and I shiver, goosebumps covering my arms.
"You're cold. You should go inside and sleep." He says.
"So should you." I reply, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll go if you go." He compromises.
"Okay."
I walk away and he grabs my arm and pulls me to him in a warm hug.
For some reason, I realize how our chests are touching, our hearts separated by a thin layer of skin and clothes. This thought sends my heart racing, so fast and loud that I'm sure he can hear it. His embrace is so sure, so confident that I secretly feel like melting into him, not even letting go.
It's only when we release each other that I get my real brain back. The horror at my previous feelings sends me mentally spiraling.
"Goodnight Marion." He says as I walk quickly back to my tent.
I stop, my hand at the flap of my 'room'.
"Goodnight, Indy." I say softly.
I'm not even sure if he did hear it. My goodnight, I mean. Like all the rest of the crazy thoughts going through my head, I just want it to blow away with the wind and never be seen again.
Something, I'm not sure what, but SOMETHING is definitely wrong with me.
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