A little while later, Alison was laying down on the soft dirt, curled into a ball to keep warm. She was now wearing the shorts along with her dried sweatshirt, but she still shivered from the frigid night air. The little "Horn-bill" ducks were making annoying horn noises, keeping Alice awake.
Loretta slept in her newly filled jar comfortably. Cheshire slept on a tree branch above Alison. watching her closely.
He watched her shiver from the cold, her bare legs dotted with goosebumps. Cheshire looked at her with pity, she wasn't smart enough to find herself something warmer, or to keep her jeans for a bit longer.
Cheshire sighed and jumped down, landing in a crouching position in front of Alison. Alison looked up at him and glared at him.
"What do you want, Old Tom?" she growled. Cheshire rolled his eyes and shifted into a black and purple striped blanket.
"Wanna keep warm tonight?" Cheshire asked. Alison shifted a bit, knowing that she would have to let him help her out.
"Yeah, thanks." Alison said. She curled up in Cheshire and sighed with content. Only a short time later, Alison was sound asleep.
Cheshire smiled softly and shifted back to his normal form. He was now laying behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other supporting her head. Being in a shifted form too long made him start to hurt.
"Cheshire..." Alison mumbled. She rolled over so she was facing him and snuggled close, her head resting on his chest. Her long eye lashes brushed against her cheeks like dark fans. Her bangs falling in her eyes when she stirred. Alison mumbled something that Cheshire couldn't hear, then she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him close.
Cheshire blushed bright red. She looked like a fucking angel when she slept. A dark, smart mouthed angel.
Cheshire felt a small pain in his chest, seeing how Alison looked so much like Alice. The woman he loved.