Notes: For primeval100 challenge 201: Sleep
How the hell can he sleep? Connor thought in disbelief.
Matt leaned back against the tree trunk, his feet dangling over the branch, eyes closed and fast asleep, as the raptors prowled below them. They sought refuge up here hours ago, waiting for backup to arrive. If they had any kind of weapons, they could make a break for it but unfortunately, Matt’s gun was on the ground below them, knocked from his grip as he climbed.
Reaching over, Connor poked Matt in the ribs. If he couldn’t sleep, then he wasn’t sitting here with no one to talk to.