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Monday morning [NFB]
Oct. 24th, 2005 07:27 pmApparently, she was only allowed to sleep with nightmares.
The past two nights hadn't been as bad as Friday night, but she would still wake up; her heart racing, her breathing short, clutching at the blankets.
Death and slavery. Slavery and death. Two things which seemed to haunt her dreams as she would watch family and friends suffer and die. She's seen too many things to know just how real these nightmares could easily become.
She's tried talking about it. Tried running for hours, in the hope that she would exhaust herself and fall into a dreamless slumber. Tried just not thinking about it, and laughing and joking in the common room with friends.
But it's 3am, and she's just awoken again. She sighs and rolls over, listening to the even breathing of her roommates, hoping against hope that she'll fall asleep again.
She knows she won't.
The past two nights hadn't been as bad as Friday night, but she would still wake up; her heart racing, her breathing short, clutching at the blankets.
Death and slavery. Slavery and death. Two things which seemed to haunt her dreams as she would watch family and friends suffer and die. She's seen too many things to know just how real these nightmares could easily become.
She's tried talking about it. Tried running for hours, in the hope that she would exhaust herself and fall into a dreamless slumber. Tried just not thinking about it, and laughing and joking in the common room with friends.
But it's 3am, and she's just awoken again. She sighs and rolls over, listening to the even breathing of her roommates, hoping against hope that she'll fall asleep again.
She knows she won't.
