your love is gonna drown.

Thanks for getting this up. I really appreciate your starting. :]

Wake up. Look alive.

He told himself those things as he lay curled within the tangle of roots of a large tree. Exhaustion had fallen upon him late last night and he'd made a bed as soon as he'd found something that would suffice. The natural coverage bore the illusion of safety, but at that level of delirium and fatigue, he didn't much care where he'd slept so long as the chances of someone waking him up were lessened by location. Either way, the makeshift den was a success. He'd survived the night.

Now? Now dawn was breaking. He could feel the daylight hours begin to illuminate the once dim colors of the night. The birds were starting to chirp again. Things were moving. Things were waking. He should too. He knew it. His mind was rolling with thoughts of what he might do and where he might explore next, but his body had yet to make that connection. Move legs... He willed to himself, but he was overruled by a bout of laziness. This spot was so nice. Comfortable. Five more minutes mom... just five more minutes... 

He held his eyes closed for a while longer. Silently, he counted to five in his head. Then ten. Then twenty. By the time he reached thirty, he realized he was just putting off the inevitable. The sooner he got up and got moving, the more awake he'd be. 

There was no explaining it. One moment he was resting, dead to the world, and the next he was up. The fog of sleep veiled his eyes as his mind made loose connections as to what and where he was going. Following the river, he supposed. It was as good of a landmark as any and with the world waking up, water would naturally be attractive to all things. It always was. He traveled upstream automatically. His paws seemed to move of their own accord. 

The sleepy haze clung to him like a desperate lover. It lingered, holding tightly to his form as he tried to pry it off gently. Perhaps a snack would help? Maybe a cool splash of water? He contemplated his options only to realize the water level had dropped off. Well, not dropped off, per say, but submerged itself between a valley of cliff walls that would be difficult to scale. His ears drooped, flattening upon his crown as he debated whether or not it was worth the risk. Screw it. These walls were close enough that if he hopped back and forth between this crevice, he might reach the bottom unscathed. He was going to try. 

Kero dropped down onto a ledge. Rocks scattered, rolling off the side of his landing. He stabilized himself and glanced around, balancing on his perch as he plotted his next move. That outcropping looked steady enough. Maybe...