C36 Thirty Six

I wake up the next morning to the heat of the sun streaming through the tent. I slowly stir and open my eyes, my hand running up and through my hair. The sleeping bag next to mine is empty and I frown slightly, sitting up.

"Alex?" I call out, taking my hair out of its ponytail and letting it tumble down my shoulders. I'm alone in the tent so I stand up, tugging at my clothes