Stopping for a break later down the road

Forging on for another three hours you eventually slump down beside a tree just off the path. The surrounding forest is only lit by the moonlight.

Gods this is getting tirin’. Guess I still gotta learn to set limits for meself. No point in stoppin’ now though, gotta keep movin’ if I wanna reach town before daylight.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead as you look down at yourself. Your boots are caked with mud and dirt, a sign of a good day’s travel.

I would kill for some shut eye right about now. Sleepin’ is off limits but maybe I could get away with a wee nap?