#Chapter 222 – Destination at Dawn

Early in the morning two days later, before the sun even comes up, I roll over in bed and kiss Kent gently on the shoulder. “Kent,” I whisper, loud enough that I know it will wake him. “Kent, wake up.” He blinks a little, frowning, and then presses his eyes further shut. “No,” he grumbles, turning away from me. “Kent!” I say, laughing and placing a hand on his shoulder to gently shake him. “Come on! I want to go up and see it!” “No, go away,” he mumbles. “I hate you. Let me sleep.” He turns over onto his stomach and buries his face in his pillow. This just makes me laugh harder. I sit up now, eagerly grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back over and wake him up. “Kent!” I hiss. “You have to! If I go up alone I’m going to be seduced by a sailor, or kidnapped, or –“ “Good,” he mutters. “Then I’ll get some sleep.” I smack him on the arm then, but I’m still laughing because I know that if any of that was a reality? Kent would be wide away, his fist already cocked. Kent sighs, t