sincerelyclaire (United States) published:
“Claire,” a voice whispered, ripping me from my dreamworld, “It’s time to get up.” I grasped at frayed edges of sleep as they slipped from my fingers, desperate to hold on to the last moments of peaceful rest.
Groaning, I sat up and pushed matted hair out of my face. Emma, my tent-mate, sat next to me, her sleeping pad and bag already rolled into a neat pile.
“Time to go,” she said again, “We have to beat the...
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