"If dreams ascend to the heights like smoke
Squall glared at a smiling Bartz from his place on a tree branch.
"There you go, watch while I take a small nap, alright?"
"Why do I have to stay here?"
Bartz stuck his tongue at him.
"Because, shorty it's impossible to see anything from down here with all this foliage, we'll be ambushed before we manage to see any of the enemies."
Squall sighed, resigned to his fate of spending at least half of the night sitting on an uncomfortable branch, and soon after he looked down to a completely asleep Bartz.
As he watched the dark sky, he started having an uncomfortable feeling. He blinked and rubbed his face to take away the sudden tiredness. He hadn't been all that tired just a moment ago. He looked down to check on Bartz, but everything seemed to be alright.
A little later, he caught himself closing his eyes. He shook his head, increasingly exasperated with himself, and sat in a different, more uncomf