James slept terribly that night. This was the second night at a stretch that he was so anxious.
It was as if his intuition was pushing him to look over his shoulder, to anticipate terrible events, he heard something and got up with a start.
As he lay awake in his bag straining his ears to hear the sound again, nothing happened. Must have been a wild animal!
He felt hot and stuffy in the sleeping bag. He was only in his boxers and the sweat was still trickling down his chest. It was 4 am on his phone. This was the 2nd consecutive night he was up at sparrows fart wondering why sleep was eluding him.
He got out of the bag and brewed a strong long black. He desperately needed something to distract him from entering into the air-conditioned campervan and sleeping next to Kirra.
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