Death

As it always seemed to happen, morning came way too early. 

I could hear footsteps walking around our make-shift camp and low voices of men talking. Completely unwilling to open my eyes, I burrowed deeper into Si Dong's arms. He was warm and comfy, and I wasn't getting out of bed a moment sooner than I absolutely had to. 

"Is she ever getting out of bed? The rest of us are ready to get a move on," came a disgruntled voice from right outside of the tent. 

I snorted in my head and pulled the top of my sleeping bag higher up. I was essentially trapped in a cocoon of my own making, my body in a sleeping bag with Si Dong wrapped around me. 

It was the best. 

"Did you get all the supplies you want?" asked Cheng Bo Jing, clearly not amused by whoever was talking.