“Frankie, baby, wake up. You’re dreaming again.”
Frank’s body jerked as his eyes opened. “Did I wake you?”
“This one must have been a bad one?” Gregory asked with a smile.
Frank took a deep, sleepy breath before he answered. “Yeah, but this time it was different.”
Without any further explanation, he fell back asleep in Gregory’s arms. Gregory didn’t want to disturb him, so continued to lean against the back of the wagon.
* * * *
Later in the morning, Frank woke again and found himself lying across Gregory’s chest. Gregory was half sitting up against the back of the wagon asleep. Frank tried to move without waking him, but Gregory was such a light sleeper that any slight movement or sound generally brought him out of slumber.
“Morning.”
“Morning, Frankie,” Gregory replied back, a bit more cheerful than usual.
“How’d we get all tangled up like this?”
Gregory replied with a grin. “Do you remember waking up in the middle of the night?”