It must have been early morning when she woke me, my arm had been hanging over the edge of the bunk, when I felt a pressure on it, not just a pressure, someone was pulling my arm, I roused myself, fearing someone was hurt,
“whaizit” I slurred,
“I’m cold” came a small voice, it sounded cold to, and afraid, I opened my bleary eyes to see the vague outline of Ella my mystery girl,
“Doyawanmablanket” I just couldn’t get my voice to work properly, but she seemed to understand me,
“no, I just need some body heat” to tired to object, and just wanting to get back to my precious few...
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