Голодные игры

           IremembermyfatherdoingthisverythingtomymotherandIwonderwherePeetapickeditup.Surelynotfromhisfatherandthewitch.

           "Nomorekissesforyouuntilyou’veeaten,"Isay.

           WegethimproppedupagainstthewallandheobedientlyswallowsthespoonfulsoftheberrymushIfeedhim.Herefusesthegrooslingagain,though.

           "Youdidn’tsleep,"Peetasays.

           "I’mallright,"Isay.Butthetruthis,I’mexhausted.

           "Sleepnow.I’llkeepwatch.I’llwakeyouifanythinghappens,"hesays.Ihesitate."Katniss,youcan’tstayupforever."

           He’sgotapointthere.I’llhavetosleepeventually.Andprobablybettertodoitnowwhenheseemsrelativelyalertandwehavedaylightonourside."Allright,"Isay."Butjustforafewhours.Thenyouwakeme."

           It’stoowarmforthesleepingbagnow.Ismoothitoutonthecavefloorandliedown,onehandonmyloadedbowincaseIhavetoshootatamoment’snotice.Peetasitsbesideme,leaningagainstthewall,hisbadlegstretchedoutbeforehim,hiseyestrainedontheworldoutside."Gotosleep,"hesayssoftly.Hishandbrushestheloosestrandsofmyhairoffmyforehead.Unlikethestagedkissesandcaressessofar,thisgestureseemsnaturalandcomforting.Idon’twanthimtostopandhedoesn’t.He’sstillstrokingmyhairwhenIfallasleep.

           Toolong.Isleeptoolong.IknowfromthemomentIopenmyeyesthatwe’reintotheafternoon.Peeta’srightbesideme,hispositionunchanged.Isitup,feelingsomehowdefensivebutbetterrestedthanI’vebeenindays.