I tossed and turned in the bedding that had been dragged to the edge of the spring last night. After I’d fluffed the pillows and blankets perfectly, we’d all tried to get some sleep, but that hadn’t lasted long. The barest hint of pastel light already graced the horizon, and bird song danced in the chilly predawn air. The suns’ rays would soon burn through the fog and our short window of cover would be gone.
You know, if you hadn't had an orgy and then decided to sleep the entire night after said orgy, your "short window of cover" wouldn't be quite so short. You dumbasses did this to yourselves.
