The room is small, but it's clean.
There are two beds, a small table and chairs, and a window that looks out onto the street.
Lucas tosses the key onto the table and sighs, flopping down onto one of the beds.
"Ahhh, a bed. A real bed." He says, and rolls onto his back, spreading his arms and legs out. "No more lumpy cart floor for me."
May, who is now in the room with us, climbs onto the other bed and bounces a few times.
"It's bouncy!" She squeals.
I smile, and then sit down on the edge of Lucas' bed.
It hasn't been long since we last slept in a bed - the town we picked up Tomas at was only days ago. Lucas is being entirely dramatic.
But speaking of Drama, May re-enacts his behavior, somehow even more dramatic in her movements. She flops onto the bed with a loud sigh and then lays there, still as can be, as if she's been dead for hours.
After a moment, she sits up, and lifts her arms into the air, blue eyes sparkling, wide smile on her lips. "SOFT! BED! SOFT!"
