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virgocatShe sleeps better than she used to, since Arthur, and then Eames, came into her life. And her bed. Having people to snuggle up to at night, people who make her feel safe, had lessened the frequency of her bad dreams. Sadly, it hadn't eliminated them.
She tries not to bother them when she wakes in the small hours of the night. Sometimes, she doesn't wake screaming so it's easier to not disturb anyone. It' sone of those nights. She'd only awoke to quick, stressed breathing, which she'd cut off by holding her breath. Quietly, she got up, dragged on a robe, and went about her common ritual of being up all damn night.
Coffee is her first stop. She needs it after a nightmare, because her eyes sting with exhaustion she can't accommodate. A mug of it ready, she sits actually on the table in the kitchen, her feet on the seat of a chair. It's not like anyone's going to be coming in to have breakfast at three in the morning.
She tries not to bother them when she wakes in the small hours of the night. Sometimes, she doesn't wake screaming so it's easier to not disturb anyone. It' sone of those nights. She'd only awoke to quick, stressed breathing, which she'd cut off by holding her breath. Quietly, she got up, dragged on a robe, and went about her common ritual of being up all damn night.
Coffee is her first stop. She needs it after a nightmare, because her eyes sting with exhaustion she can't accommodate. A mug of it ready, she sits actually on the table in the kitchen, her feet on the seat of a chair. It's not like anyone's going to be coming in to have breakfast at three in the morning.
