Chapter 5By the second and third days, all inspiration had faded.
Another snowstorm halfway through the second day meant that we never fully readied ourselves for the night. It was impossible to make a fire to warm ourselves before slipping into the tent, let alone cook food or eat dry provisions comfortably, so we bickered as we set up our beddings and complained about the dried goods Tyler had brought for sustenance. Since he regularly lived off that junk, and actually liked it, he took the first watch.
Inside our tent, Garrison didn’t want me to touch him, claiming that the snow had chilled his skin pink. He didn’t want to touch me, so yet again, I was left with my physical longing. I heard more bickering from the tent that Marla and Jasper shared, the type of arguments that happened
