He opened his eyes, inclining his head to look at Pani, still in her sleep sack. Sometime in the night, she’d curled up against him for warmth. Her head was cushioned on his shoulder, one hand within the canvas sack tucked up under her chin. He almost hated to move. He knew once he did, she’d wake up and then the struggle for freedom would begin.Pani’s face scrunched into a disagreeable expression and she made soft, yet angry talking noises in her sleep. Someone in her dream was getting the sharp side of her tongue, and Bach smiled. It was probably him.He caressed her soft cheek with the backs of two fingers, and her eyes fluttered, then opened. She blinked sleepily at his chest, then moved her hands as though to rub her eyes. The sleep sack confined them, and she looked down at it in confusion. Some of the sleepiness fled her, and she tipped her head back and looked at him. Her body went tense against him.And so the day began.She fought him getting up. She kicked and howled the whole way down to the bathroom, where he locked them both inside so she couldn’t run all over the house while he took care of business.
