David Linklater
David laid there, eyes closed. Half dreaming of the remaining warmth he held for communities past, half praying to find that kind of comfort in numbers again. He knew that it was time for action, it was time for discussions. But he knew that if he laid there and continued in the refuge of "sleeping", he could avoid it just a bit longer. Avoid the whos, the whats, the wheres, the whens that this action-less refuge provided. He missed having decisions made for him in a way.
Bang, bang, bang!
Refuge ruined.
Acting as if he'd just awoken, "What about the others? What if they come here looking for us and we're on some trip west?"
