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Chapter 7: Sleeping Issues
A loud owl hoot echoed around the dense forest. Peter started slightly, the loud noise shocking him. He glanced around quickly, checking the shadows to make sure no intruders had infiltrated the campsite, before settling back down in an attempt to sleep. Sadly, this was not to happen.
"Hey! My pancakes! You stole them, you little…" Susan's sudden exclamation once again startled Peter, who had just begun to drift back to sleep. Susan tossed slightly, her blanket tightening itself around her stomach. She struggled slightly, trying to loosen it, but to no avail. She began to whimper, her actions becoming more desperate and more dangerous. Peter took pity on his sleeping sister, and moved to help her. He was stopped by a hand, which slapped him on the face. Hard.
"Ow!"
Peter glared reproachfully at Susan before realising she was still asleep. He rubbed his smarting cheek before tugging the blankets around Susan, loosening them. Susan relaxed, and snuggled further into the make-do pillow of a blanket.
"Yeah, that's right… you better back of," she murmured. Peter grinned slightly before heading back to his own bed. Sighing, he pulled his own blanket over himself before turning around and falling back to sleep.
"Eeek!"
"What the-" Peter started again, turning to face the person who was now emitting a high pitched squeal. It was Edmund.
"Ed?" Peter struggled out of his blankets once again, his body and mind feeling quite frustrated with all this waking up. He made his way over to Edmund, who was squirming in his own blanket.
"Eeek! Ahhh!"
"Ed, what is it?"
"Peter!"
"Ed, what?"
"Get it away from me!"
"Get what away from you?"
"Spider!"
Edmund voice went very high at this point. Peter would have snickered, except he was too tired and confused.
"There's no spider, Ed."
"Peter, spider!" Edmund's voice suddenly sounded so much younger, reminding Peter of when Edmund was only 5, and used to plead for Peter to do things. He shook the memory aside, and then knelt beside Edmund.
"It's okay, Ed," he said, stroking Edmund's back gently. "You're just dreaming, there are no spiders anywhere." Edmund turned towards Peter's voice, his face slightly relaxed.
"No spiders?" he repeated softly.
"No spiders. I promise." Peter replied.
"'Kay, Peter…" Edmund's voice trailed off as he began to fall asleep again.
Peter let out a sigh before heading to back to his very inviting bunched up blanket. He hesitated, glancing at Lucy, the only sibling who had not awaken him so far. He observed her for a few seconds, before turning back and heading towards his blanket.
"Lu's too kind to wake me up," he thought fondly as he snuggled into his blanket. And swiftly fell asleep.
"Peeeeeter."
A voice was calling him… why was it calling him?"
"Peeeeeter."
There it was again. It sounded familiar… where had he heard it before?
"Peter!"
Peter was awoken yet again by his third sibling. He struggled in his blanket, trying to find the way out of it. Once he had finally succeeded in freeing himself, he glanced over with sleepy eyes to where Lucy was sleeping. She was facing him, her lips trembling as she called her brother, even in her sleep.
"Peter."
Peter let out an enormous yawn before getting up and walking (more like stumbling, his sleep deprived mind wasn't helping his coordination) over to Lucy.
"Lu, what is it?"
"Peter."
"What?"
"Peter."
"What?"
"Peter!"
"Oh Aslan," Peter moaned, "What did I do to deserve siblings who talk during their sleep?"
"Peter?"
Peter's attention was diverted to his young sister.
"Lucy, what is it?" he asked, frustrated.
"Peter… I love you."
Peter felt his heart melt at his little sisters words. He smiled softly, watching her face, which was also smiling.
"Thanks, Lu." He replied softly. Lucy merely rolled over.
Peter wandered back to his pile of blanket, smiling slightly to himself. He covered himself up for the 4th time that night, and went back to sleep.
"Peter. Peter, wake up!"
"Mmm, what?" Peter asked sleepily.
"Peter, we're going to be late! Hurry up!"
Peter's eyes snapped open at the sound of Susan's voice.
"Late?" he murmured, very confused.
"Yes, Peter. Late. Wow, you look terrible. What did you do, not sleep the whole night?"
Peter gazed at Edmund, surprised.
"You mean, you don't…" he glanced at all 3 siblings, who were watching him in a slightly concerned manner.
"You don't remember anything?"
Susan, Edmund and Lucy all looked at each other, worried.
"Peter, are you feeling alright?" Lucy asked gently.
Peter turned to face her; slightly hurt that she couldn't remember her words from the previous night. He was prevented from speaking by a gasp from Susan.
"Peter! You're cheek, what happened?"
"What?"
"Your cheek- it's all red. Did someone hit you?" Susan asked.
Peter just slapped his hand on his forehead before getting up to find any remaining breakfast, leaving behind three very bemused siblings.
A/N- Well, I rather liked this. But I would appreciate outsider opinion, so please review!