Chapter 3; Action for John
She had thought it would be easy. After years of sleeping alone - 13, to be exact - one would figure this would be simple enough. However, she'd grown quite accustomed to sleeping with him from the month spent sharing a bench, where the only thing really keeping you warm was each other, and then another month spent in the same bed. She was used to not only there being someone next to her in general, but John in specific. His deep, sleep addled breathing, the position he always ended up curling up in, getting tangled in his hood at night, his smell...
It was hard not to miss that.
So, after the first night of no sleep, a brilliant idea dawned on her. She would simply sleep with one of his pillows. Over time, she would ween herself from that, until she could easily sleep alone again. Simple enough. So their second day spent in their new home was used for her tactical recovery of the coveted pillow, and she was certain that night she would get a good night's sleep.
And, much to her joy, she did fall asleep. For a good few hours she enjoyed slumber and the relaxation it brought, though sadly that didn't last long.
Nightmares had found her, terrorizing her into waking with things she'd rather not recall. Another hour was used simply to wind down; huddled up under her blankets, curled around John's pillow, and cheeks wet with tears as she tried to stay quiet. It was stupid and childish of her to be so upset over something that was just a dream, but she was now understanding the why people would react the way they did to horrifying dreams, having experienced one herself. It was just a dream, but it was also a very realistic one as well.
Finally she unfurled. Bare feet touched the floor as she slipped out of bed, arms folding across her chest in both an effort to warm herself up a little as she left the comfort of her blankets, and in an effort to comfort herself as well. She left her bed spread behind, not even bothering to take his pillow with her as she exited the room, peering down the hall both ways before skittering across it.
Carefully the door to the opposite room was opened and a blond head peeked inside. Purple eyes glanced around in the darkness, adjusting as she searched for her friend's bed. Once they found what they seek, she began making her way towards it, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but as soon as she reached the bedside, second thoughts crossed her mind.
He certainly looked like he was asleep. She probably shouldn't wake him if he's actually getting sleep.
Though the fact that he was able to sleep apart from her, while she couldn't...kind of hurt. Frowning, she stood there a while, watching him. Really, she was considering forgetting it completely. Just going back to her room and dealing with sleeping alone. And at one point, she even turned to leave.
A noise from outside - a fairly prehistoric reptilian one - caused her to jump and think twice about that idea. And so, after returning to his bed, she reached forward and gave his shoulder a soft shake, sort of whispering to him in the dark.
"...John?"
It was hard not to miss that.
So, after the first night of no sleep, a brilliant idea dawned on her. She would simply sleep with one of his pillows. Over time, she would ween herself from that, until she could easily sleep alone again. Simple enough. So their second day spent in their new home was used for her tactical recovery of the coveted pillow, and she was certain that night she would get a good night's sleep.
And, much to her joy, she did fall asleep. For a good few hours she enjoyed slumber and the relaxation it brought, though sadly that didn't last long.
Nightmares had found her, terrorizing her into waking with things she'd rather not recall. Another hour was used simply to wind down; huddled up under her blankets, curled around John's pillow, and cheeks wet with tears as she tried to stay quiet. It was stupid and childish of her to be so upset over something that was just a dream, but she was now understanding the why people would react the way they did to horrifying dreams, having experienced one herself. It was just a dream, but it was also a very realistic one as well.
Finally she unfurled. Bare feet touched the floor as she slipped out of bed, arms folding across her chest in both an effort to warm herself up a little as she left the comfort of her blankets, and in an effort to comfort herself as well. She left her bed spread behind, not even bothering to take his pillow with her as she exited the room, peering down the hall both ways before skittering across it.
Carefully the door to the opposite room was opened and a blond head peeked inside. Purple eyes glanced around in the darkness, adjusting as she searched for her friend's bed. Once they found what they seek, she began making her way towards it, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but as soon as she reached the bedside, second thoughts crossed her mind.
He certainly looked like he was asleep. She probably shouldn't wake him if he's actually getting sleep.
Though the fact that he was able to sleep apart from her, while she couldn't...kind of hurt. Frowning, she stood there a while, watching him. Really, she was considering forgetting it completely. Just going back to her room and dealing with sleeping alone. And at one point, she even turned to leave.
A noise from outside - a fairly prehistoric reptilian one - caused her to jump and think twice about that idea. And so, after returning to his bed, she reached forward and gave his shoulder a soft shake, sort of whispering to him in the dark.
"...John?"