Everything Is Blue

Chapter 35

The following morning, Adam sat up shortly after waking. He stretched out his arms with a loud yawn. Threw his legs over to the side of the bed.

"Time to get up, Bud, got a drive back to Brittlesburg to start."

Bud grumbled as Adam's voice seeped into his cozy blanket cocoon he'd wrapped himself in the night before. He was completely surrounded by warmth, and he wanted to go back to sleep as soon as he'd opened a droopy eye.

"Brittlebrhg..." he murmured as he began to drift off again, forgetting all about where they were.

There was only warmth. Pure, undiluted bliss. Him, the warm bed... and sleep.

Or so he thought.

Adam stood up from the bed, leaning over Bud's body. He poked the hound's face several times. "Are you ready to go? I'm sure Kimbra wants to see you."

He wasn't sure why, though.

Bud pulled the blankets over his face with a whine. "Stooooopphhh."

Adam smacked Bud on the back of the head with a pillow. "Get up, or I'm leaving you here."

Bud let out a low growl that seemed to rumble the bed, and he whined again. "Donh'hit me..." He began to drift off again, body physically not ready for him to be awake yet.

"Alright, guess you can stay here then." Adam moved back over to the bed, getting his stuff together.

"M– fine." Bud rolled over and groaned as his stomach cramped lightly. He stretched and sat up in his cocoon, chin scrunched into his neck and hair completely wild atop his half-lidded, red eyes.

"Oh good, you're up!" Adam smiled. "Sorry I woke you so early, I figured you wanted to get there by lunch."

Bud huffed as he rubbed at his eyes with a fist. "Guess so."

The Samoyed sat on the bed, patiently waiting for Bud.

Bud took another minute of staring at the wall in contemplative silence before he was ready to move. Once he was, the hound moved slowly. Yawned every few seconds as he dressed, and was clumsy with the laces on his boots.

Adam swung his feet as he watched the hound. "You can go back to sleep in the car or when I get you back to the cabin."

"Mh..." Bud rubbed his eyes again and let out a wide yawn that ended in a sharp yelp as he stretched. "I'll be fine. Just need to get up and moving and I'll wake up. Besides, who'd keep you company on the road if I did?"

"I mean, I'll probably just listen to the radio the entire time."

Anything was better than that prominent, low drawl the hound held in his rough voice, anyway.

"Country?" Bud's tail wagged as he looked up at Adam from grabbing his duffle bag.

Adam gagged as loud and long as he possibly could, taking great pleasure watching Bud's face go green.

"Oh, come on, Adam. It's good music."

"If you've been bitten by a possum and live in the backwoods, maybe."

"Okay, only one of those things is true."

Adam gave him a wide-eyed look. "Wait, what? What do you mean, only one of those things is true?"

"I mean what I said. Only one of those things is true." He smirked.

"I'm guessing it's the one about living in the backwoods, then."