“Now who’s being sarcastic?”
“Sorry,” he said.
“Yeah, me too.”
Eventually, we lay down on the mattress, wrapped the thin blankets around our bodies, and pulled the other mattress over us, even though we didn’t plan on sleeping. “Tell me again why we’re doing this mattress thing tonight?” Paul said.
“So the thugs won’t see a change in how we’re acting,” I said. “And it does keep us a tad warmer.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
Good intentions notwithstanding, we went to sleep. I woke up sometime later because Paul was jabbing me in the ribs with his elbow. “Wake up,” he said in a whisper.
“Shit, we went to sleep, didn’t we?”
“Shh, we need to sit by the door and listen.”
“Okay.”
We crept over to the door, and each of us put an ear to a crack between the door and the frame. “I hear really loud snoring,” Paul said, still whispering.
“Yeah, so do I.”
“Time to go, then,” he said.
“Yeah, showtime.”
“Is there any water left?” he said.