Chapter Eleven - Presuming The Worst.
As the night drew in, the jungle was filled with the sounds of nocturnal animals, crickets chipped in the undergrowth, it was peaceful and quiet. Until, the loud juggernaut sounds of snoring began disturbing the peace, contestants and instructors alike grumbling in the distance at the noise. In the green tent, Haley slept peacefully, the sounds of the snoring were akin to a lullaby to her, it felt like home.
The morning sunrise lit up the tent as Stan awoke from the best night's sleep he had had in forever. There was something about being so close to Haley that helped him relax, she felt like home. Turning onto his side, he watched her through the mosquito net. She looked so relaxed, her hair messed up on the pillow, her long leg hooked over the ed
