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"Is there any woman on this planet who isn't a blanket hog? I do snore." He joked. He'd finally started to settle when he found the best position, and after a few back and forth with the blanket, he figured they both had just enough. Though Jacob wouldn't have been surprised to wake up and find most of it wrapped snugly around Ash's lithe frame. He got hot easily enough, which was why he didn't mind the draft that passed through the slit in the window. "Goodnight Ash." The last thing Jacob had to worry about was waking up and Ash being gone with all his stuff, or not waking up at all. Still, the closed door also added some comfort and security. Jacob was a pretty light sleeper and he knew that he'd be right up if someone did attempt to come inside. Fortunately, it seemed that they were left alone and eventually the whisperings stopped and all there was – was the sound of thunder and rain. Jacob was at peace.<br/>
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Jacob had always been good about waking up early, sometimes before the sun rose. It was smarter of course, to get a start on his journey before the day went on and it started to get hotter. Surprisingly, he slept just a little past his internal alarm. When he did wake up, there was a small bit of panic as he tried to come to his surroundings. He went through the events of the day before and turned his head, shocked to find that Ash wasn't there. For a moment he wondered if he may have hallucinated the whole thing. It did seem too perfect, finding her in this sea of chaos and now actually making strides toward the Isle. But the voices that carried from downstairs made him reevaluate his delusions. He wasn't that creative to come up with all that's happened since his last bout of solitude. His guess – she was already downstairs or in the bathroom. Jacob got out of bed and immediately went to stretch. The mattress was nice, but it was firmer than he preferred and after so much time sleeping on makeshift pallets on the floor or the ground itself, he had to adjust back to simple <i>comforts.</i><br/>
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His hands did what they could to fix the crazy bedhead, wavy locks that twisted and knotted as they pleased. He just needed a quick run through with some water and a little grease and it'd keep in place. The soldier walked toward the window, peeking out to see that despite all the noise from last night there were no torn up trees or debris. He figured after they headed inside, they could check on the car before coming back, maybe see what else was out there in case she wanted to find their own place sooner than later.<br/>
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