137 A Steel Vault

Abby was weary of the road. Sleeping at night became more difficult as summer drew close. The heat was unbearable even in the dark. She would give anything for an electric fan or some air conditioning!

One day she was so tired from warding off the bugs that kept creeping into her tent—summer was a time of mosquitoes too—that she fell asleep in the wagon despite all of the bumps in the road.

She wasn't sure how long she slept but she was woken up when they hit a particularly big rock and smacked the top of her head on the underside of Blaise's chin. Had she fallen asleep on him?!

"I'm so sorry," Abby apologized lamely. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

He rubbed his chin and quite seriously said. "It was an honor to be used as your pillow, Miss Abby. No need to apologize. Is your head alright?"

She gave him a sheepish smile. "It's no worse off than your chin."