Polum Chill

We both went inside and locked the door before going up to my room.

I got out a sleeping bag for Chris and drew the curtains without looking outside into the garden again.

We talked about stupid stuff for a couple of hours to take our minds off the garden and then fell asleep.

In the morning, I found Chris's sleeping bag empty.

I called out to Chris, and he said he was downstairs, so I threw on a T-shirt and went down.

"'Sleep well?'

I asked.

"'Yeah, pretty well, but I think... "'Well, I kept thinking about the garden and stuff.

"'Hey, did you find that tent?'

he returned.

"'Uh, yeah,' I answered, remembering the shape which I had forgotten about until now.'

Well, I was thinking about the camping thing and thought maybe we could bring the tent to my house.

It would make just a change, you know.

I didn't have to ask them why.

I wasn't too keen on staying in my garden after last night.

Wait, last night?

Come to think of it, the sun was up and I wanted to check the garden while it wasn't pitch black.

I asked Chris, and he hesitantly agreed.

We put on our trainers and stepped out into the garden.

I don't know what we were so worried about.