If I was dreaming before I woke up, I didn"t remember a bit of it. There was no lingering image or feeling of unease like I had woken with the morning before.
But it wasn"t morning. It was still completely dark, dark and colder than ever. My breath hung in the air before my face. I sat up and looked around. I could see the dark reddish glow of the last of the embers of the fire, but none of their heat was reaching me.
This cold didn"t feel natural. The others were still sleeping around me, but I could hear them rustling, turning over and groping for more blankets or snuggling deeper into the ones they had, all without waking.
Had a sound woken me? I didn"t think so. I didn"t remember hearing anything. But now that I was thinking about it and listening as hard as I could, the silence out
