"Could you stop—moving." Shauna's voice comes muffled below you, sleepy irritation clear in her voice as she deliberately launches a light kick to the bottom of your mattress, huffing as she does so.

Okay, listen. It's not your fault these bunk beds are like, half a century old. Summer camps aren't the most luxurious places, alright?

She groans as your bed creaks again. Loudly. You almost think you imagine it when you hear a heavy, long-suffering sigh and Shauna clearing her throat. "Come down here."