You make it your task to gently tuck them away while you watch him slowly wake up. Larry is whining breathlessly, brown strands of hair sticking to his face and the pillow.
You shuffle a bit closer, stifling a grin when your skin brushes against his.
He had just laughed it off, like usual, but now, your prophecy seems to catch up with him. As nice as sleeping in the car was, you’d always wake up way too early due to the lacking protection of the gloomy sunlight. You had warned Larry of this morning yesterday. The warmth of the day before seems to have passed completely, giving way to the fog seeping through the early morning hours of the day.
Shivering a little, you pull your makeshift blankets closer to yourself.
