It was midnight, and Dee was wide awake.
He didn't feel tired at all. He wasn't even lying down.
Dee was sitting up, trying to see out into the dark. It was rather hopeless, really. Waddle Dees had terrible night vision, and the world seemed to be made of soft, hazy patches of gray bleeding into black. All the colors of the scenery were muted to the point where they were barely discernible. The sky itself was gray from cloud cover, and every so often, his head would be adorned by wayward droplets of rain that weren't deflected by leaves.
Thankfully it was never a sufficient amount, or they'd all be soaked. Considering the others lay about him sound asleep, he hoped the clouds would move on. Not to mention if there were the barest hint of thunder, he wouldn't sleep a wink until long after it had passed. And he did want to sleep eventually.
By all rights, it had been a long day of travel, and he should probably feel exhausted, yet he kept waking up. He heaved a quiet sigh.
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