Pinch, Punch. First of the Month

My eyes opened to light. Sunlight. I squinted. Max was sitting next to me, reading a book.

"You slept really peacefully last night" He smiled when he saw me awake.

"I had a really peaceful dream too..." I leant on him and read over his shoulder.

"What was it about?" he wandered.

"It was about..." I trailed off as I realized what I had been dreaming about.

"It was about..?"


"Just tell me Sara"

"It was about dying" I whispered. His whole body tensed.

"Are you OK?" he asked, worried as usual.

"I'm fine"

"Hmm... You know? I'm surprised it didn't rain last night" p.s. we fell asleep outside.

"Hmm..." I muttered. Then Ben came out of his tent.

"Pinch, punch. First of the month!" he pretended to pinch me then nudged me with his fist.

"Huh? Is it the first of July today? Well then, a punch and a kick for being so quick"  I nudged him with my fist and them my foot. He grinned and threw me a breakfast box.

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