I usually get up and get a glass of water, or walk around a bit. I imagine you can touch me to wake me. It will be okay. I don't get violent, I don't think. No one in the camper said I did, and they had to wake me sometimes.

[He looks at her, and thinks about them sharing a bed again and has to admit that he really likes that thought. It's been a while, and he knows that it's been good for him, but being with Dawn is everything he ever really wanted.]

Sometimes I can go back to sleep, other times I can't.