Somnambulist; a person who sleepwalks.
Hammering the last of the tent pegs into the soft ground, Chase felt glad to finally have put up the four man tent. Sitting back on on his heels, he made sure the tent wire was tight and the peg firmly in. The thin rope give off a high pitch twang as he flicked it. Nodding, he got up, mallet slowly swinging in an arm that had gone numb with the strain of working.
‘Tent’s up!’ he called cheerfully.
He walked back around and saw his girlfriend building a fire a good few meters away. She had made a rock circle and was now building up a pyramid of branches. An range of camping things were around her as if she been searching through them.
‘You okay, Faith?’ Chase asked.
‘I can’t find the matches. You did pack them right?’ she said over her shoulder.
‘Yes. They were on your list.’
Faith pulled a face and turned to carry on building the fire, ‘You better find them.’
Chase put the mallet back in the tent bag and came to her side. He began searching through the bags. Everything had been in order, but Faith had messed things up. He found the pots and pans, the BBQ stuff, beach towels, tins of cola and clothes.
‘They’re not there are they?’ Faith said, sounding smug.
‘They might be in the car,’ Chase answered.
Leaving things more of a mess, he walked back to the small red car, which they had parked just out of view in the shade of the trees. The clearing they where in was a jagged circle shape, boarded by tall trees. It was a sheltered spot but very accessible by the little road that ran straight through it from the main one. The clearing was a well known camping area, but most people came in summer or the warm nights of autumn.
Chase had decided that April would be warm and dry enough for this little get away. As he opened the car door though, he had his third doubting moment.
If there are no matches, we’ll have go home. Sure we can do without them, but cold meals? And if it gets colder later? Faith won’t like that. Maybe we could stay the night? I don’t want to take the tent down now I just got it up, thought Chase.
He began rummaging in the car. Hoping that the matches had fallen out or he’d put them somewhere safe before they left. Finding nothing, he double checked everywhere. Maybe, they had slipped down the seats? Maybe, they had gotten to the back of the glove box? Under the foot mats?
Nothing. Sighing, he stood up. Closing everything and locking the car, he went back to Faith.
‘I can’t find them,’ he announced.
Faith sighed deeply and tossed the last of the wood down. She got to her feet, cleaning her hands on the knees of her jeans.
‘You better get rubbing two sticks together then,’ she stated.
Chase shrugged and replied, ‘I’ll give it a shot.’
‘I’ll sort and put things away,’ Faith added.
Chase sat down and began looking for two sticks that would be suitable. Faith collected the bags and began moving stuff into the tent. Around them, a gentle breeze shook the newly leafing trees, birds sing the last songs of the day and the sky was turning dusky. Hardly anything else could be heard, even if a car drove past, the road was a good few miles away so the sound was faint.
After a good few minutes of rubbing sticks and trying to make sparks with stones, Chase give up. He sprawled out over the just dry grass, exhausted. He shut his eyes and tried to think of what to do.
It’s not the end of the world. We have camping lights and cold food we can eat. Can’t cook meat though…or heat up marshmallows.
‘Have you given up?’ Faith’s voice cut into his thoughts, ‘I’m going to the stream to get water. It’s all ready going dark. So decided what we are eating.’
Chase opened his eyes and raised himself on his elbows. Faith was framed nicely by the dusky pink sky. She looked dirty and tried though.
‘Fine…This isn’t the romantic weekend I had planned,’ Chase responded.
‘That would have been a hotel,’ Faith uttered.
Chase heard her, but he let it go. It was an on going argument, he had given up on.
‘Want a hand?’ he said instead.
‘No,’ Faith declared.
She grabbed the things she needed and stalked off. Chase flopped back on the grass and watched the sky turn into twilight. After a few minutes, he got up and dusted himself down. He walked over to the tent and saw that Faith had all ready pumped up the double air bed. She had put the sleeping bags and pillows on too, making the bed look inviting.
At the foot of bed, Faith had put the other bags and suitcases. Chase started looking through them then remember that all the food was in the car. Grabbing a tin of cola, he opened it and walked over to the tree line.
The wind picked up, shaking the trees and the bird song died. Chase paused, feeling a chill across his bare arms. He frowned and glanced around, but he couldn’t spot anything.
Night has arrived, he thought.
He went to the car and got out things to make sandwiches and the picnic snacks. He went back to the tent and picked up the camping lanterns. He turned them on and set them by both sides of the tent door. He got making sandwiches. By the time he had put things together for a simple cold meal, Faith arrived back with a bucket of water and another bucket filled with water bottles.
‘Dinner’s ready,’ Chase declared.
‘Thanks,’ Faith said, she placed the buckets down next to the abandoned stack of wood and joined him.
Chase handed her a plastic plate filled with tasty things then started to eat his sandwich.
‘Chase, have you been here this whole time?’ Faith asked slowly.
‘Yep,’ he replied around a chunk of sandwich, ‘why?’
‘Whilst I was getting the water, I felt like someone was watching me and then after, when I went to….I heard whispering.’
Chase paused and looked at her. Faith’s face was full of puzzlement and she hadn’t touched her food.
‘I called out and there was nothing. I looked around, but I didn’t find anything,’ Faith added.
‘It wasn’t me and nothing happened here,’ Chase pointed out.
Faith nodded and began eating.
To Be Continued…