Rusk was twisting and turning in his sleeping bag. He couldn't sleep. He wished he was back home, in his own bed. Sleeping in a tent was so much different compaired to sleeping at home. The camping grounds' atmosphere was icy cold. So much colder than the water Rusk bathed in. Rusk was freezing. The warming protection of the sleeping bag did help, but only a little.
Rusk pulled out his handphone from his pocket.
Damn, its 2 o'clock and I'm still awake.
Rusk had to sleep. He was already exhausted from the activities of the first day. Rusk couldn't imagine himself doing the second day's activities without a blink of sleep. He'll die of exhaustion.
Damnit. Fine. I'll count sheep then. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep................
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Rusk peeled open his eyelids. The wax that glued his eyes shut were a thousand times more stronger than the wax that he got from sleeping at home.
He pull out his handphone to check the time. It was only 4.30 o'clock. Rusk could sleep no more. Rusk could hear some of the boys calling each other to wake up. They wanted to watch the sunrise. But Rusk doubted they would even get to blink at the rising sun. Last night's rain gathered a vast garden of clouds, blanketing the sky. Even stars were not visible let alone the rising of the sun.
Rusk crawled out of his sleeping bag and got out his torchlight. He shone the torchlight towards the exit and creeped out the tent.
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