3:55 A.M. The morning chill shakes my bones, a warm body tosses and turns next to me, the blanket itches my dry skin, and I try to squeeze my eyes shut to get at least another hour of sleep in before the sun comes up. Someone sniffles a few feet away and I hear HJ whisper uncertainly, "Renee, you up?" "Yes" "It's like freezing," she chatters. "Just imagine if we slept like this every night" Sitting up, HJ and I look at the two other bodies resting next to us with breathing chests.