It was growing cold now and dark as well; I rubbed my hands together, puffed some warm breath into them but still couldn’t stop shivering. I tried hard to stay awake but grogginess was taking over.
I switched on the lights; the comfy king-size mahogany bed was welcoming. I gently moved my hand over the down filled white comforter, evenly spread over the soft spring mattress, it was warm.
Then I saw something outside the window. Dragging my cold and tired body I went near it to take a better look. A flare was firing up and soon it lit the whole sky. The light hurt my eyes; I held my hand against the piercing light, I could now only see the silhouette of my hand against the blazing red light.
‘Fireworks’ I muttered, a huge deafening explosion followed.
‘Incoming’ someone hollered. I quickly flicked back the safety latch and pointed the gun in that direction, a man dressed in an army combat uniform with a rifle in his hand came running and soon he flopped down in the trench right beside me. He tugged my arm, his lips moved as though he was shouting but there was only silence except for my inner ears ringing to a high pitched tone, and then I saw another flare firing up.
It was getting darker, grogginess was taking over. The comforter was warm and the soft spring mattress was cozy; I was asleep now, far asleep.