Morning light shone through the small window from the front as the truck pulled to a stop. Sleepy faces stirred around me as I begrudgingly stretched my arms and legs, wondering just how long had I been using Will's legs as a pillow.
"Morning sleepyhead," Will ruffled my hair, jumping up, showing no signs of weariness or leg cramps. I was envious.
"Do you know where we are?" I asked, using his forearm to bring myself to stand alongside him, still dizzy from sleep. I was extra tired from messing with my dimensional space and now my baby planet. Not to mention the toll of pregnancy.
"Should be a gas station," he pulled me alongside him to the edge of the truck and untied the flap for us to jump out. The sun was bright, and the feeling of spring lingered in the still cold and crisp air.
