My body twisted, quite rebelliously, under the thin sheet as a strange tingling sensation teased my palm. My toe curled in my half-asleep, half-alert posture. I slowly opened one eye, squinting at the early light creeping into the net canopy only to frown. 

The very definition of leaking gas has propped himself up on both elbows like some curious child, staring at my right palm. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, lips pressed together, as if deciphering something top-secret on my skin.