Tim slept soundly in the tent after he closed most of it, leaving a little space for air. He couldn't stop thinking of that gun in his face.
Even in his dream he couldn't stop thinking of it. The gun sat there, frozen, lifeless, and very empty. Like a camera, his view went through the barrel and into the clip where the one bullet sat, waiting to be loaded. But the gun stayed still. It wasn't a nightmare, not yet, but it gave Tim a scare.