I got to sleep rather quickly. There was vertually no sound out here in who knows where I was. I dreamt that I was talking to Ben about something serious, then he broke off and laughed, stopping me.
I looked at him oddly. He had a look of confusion on his face, then I understood. I tackled Ben and yelled at him to stop, but he didn't. And the next thing I knew, there was a pop of a gun, and I was bleeding from a bullet clutching Ben.
I gasped and sat up quickly. I was breathing hard and I tried to calm myself down. Then I realized that I was warmer and a light from a fire was flickering on Ben's and my face. Ok then.
"Hey," He said.