Your head rested on his arm as he held you close to him, the both of you laying closely together on the cot. His soothing hand ran down your side, trying to wake you from your sleep.

“Wake up.” His raspy voice filled the air of the tent. The silence was rather loud, but he simply sighed and tried again. “C’mon, time to wake up.”

It was still dark outside, and the tent was no different, save for the candle Micah seemed to have lit. “You know what day it is?” He asked.