Pardigan felt a warm breath on his face. It vaguely smelt like green leaves and newly mown hay and was warm. He felt so cold, and he struggled to open his eyes. The lids seemed glued together, and he didn't have the strength to try any harder, let alone find the energy to lift a hand and rub at them, so he let go and drifted back into the warm arms of sleep.
But, then it came again, warm air blown at him, which was annoying because he just wanted to sleep. Something was pulling at him now as if trying to waken him, he could feel the tugging on his shoulder, and he wondered why. Go away, he thought, unable to actually say anything. Trying to open his eyes again just filled them with a brilliant whiteness that almost blinded him, so he decided to stop trying, sleep was just so… but then he
