I still feel that kiss when I wake up,
blinking back the bright morning sunlight that falls through the
cloudy windshield of Alden’s Jeep. It’s cramped in here but I
manage to stretch myself awake, yawning and shaking my head to
clear the memories that masked themselves in my dreams.
“Morning,
glory.”
Wiping my eyes, I grin. I’m surprised
I managed to sleep at all, with what’s going on. Maybe I was just
so exhausted, so drained, that I couldn’t stay awake if I tried.
“Morning.”
When my stomach growls, I hug myself
to quiet it and stare out the window at the scenery zooming by.
These trees that hem in this empty stretch of highway defy the
thought of conflict somewhere up ahead, and it feels unreal to be
rushing headlong into battle when the trees just wave at us, their
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