But I felt tired myself.But I felt tired myself. But not tired enough to make my way towards her. The next half hour was long and careful, because I abandoned my backpack and anything else that might make noise and crept up on her silently in the light shoes I'd brought along just for this situation. I stayed downwind of her, and the wind stayed my friend. I approached within a hundred meters, fifty meters. What if it's a fake, I suddenly thought? I hadn't seen her on the plain for a while, but still... No, it wasn't. I could still smell her. Twenty meters. The wind now carried the sound of her breathing. I crept up a little closer. This was going to be too easy. Ten meters. Five. I crawled on hands and toes towards her, making my way. She was still there, still asleep. I tapped her on the shoulder. She awoke with a start and exploded in her sudden effort to escape. I plunged my hand down into her sleeping bag and struggled with her. |