The Twin Beasts
I woke up with a shudder, sweating profusely, my heart thumped as though it was going to burst out of my chest in the flick of a second. The night felt as chilly as it did in the nightmare, causing my insides to freeze spontaneously. The thick blanket I had pulled over provided no help in diminishing the tormenting frost. My teeth chattered overpoweringly, leaving me with no strength to call, let alone shout out to anyone. At that point, my tent was unzipped and Judy came in, wearing a sweater she had perhaps packed predicting the considerable degree of chilliness that would be present on a mountain. I jumped over her and hugged her immediately, hoping to obtain some warmth. “Ellie, you are freezing to death,” she stated, revealing another sweater and wrapping me around it. “Here, put on
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