The Points Between - Chapter 21

It was years since Matthew had slept outdoors. Even then he’d separated himself from the outside world with a tent—it seemed like very little at the time, but it kept out insects. When the morning sun made it impossible for him to stay asleep, Matthew thought back on that tent wistfully; he itched from head to toe.

“Mosquitos,” he mumbled, then stretched—then winced. His arms and legs still ached from the swim, and were all the more stiff from sleeping on the ground.

He itched, he was starting...