It felt like a heavy weight was on his chest. Rees body naturally sprawled out, the other was a log, a giant log that was while, making him warm also constructed his breathing. Red eyes blinked away the haze of sleep only to stare at an alabaster neckline. Ree grunted to himself, he should have slept on the floor. Turning his head he realized most of the little ones were already up and about. Slowly he inched his way off the edge of the bed until he could roll onto the ground. Ree crawled on the floor reaching the door to give himself leverage. He escaped to the lower level of the shack where his mother was baking bread.
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