Room 218, Tuesday Night
Karla woke from a sound sleep with a start, struggling, clawing for breath; pulse racing in her ears. She'd woken in the middle of a dream, of a true dream, one so awful and horrifying that her waking mind couldn't even comprehend what she'd been dreaming of. Something about a baby and a web...a Black Widow dream where her own death had been preferable than discovering the truth.
Limbs trembling and on the verge of tears, Karla huddled under the blankets until dawn. There was no way she could go back to sleep tonight. Not and risk dreaming that again. Whatever that dream had been hinting at was too horrible to contemplate.
[Establishy! New canon made me cry hate-tears on my birthday. Bad form, new canon. Bad form.]
Limbs trembling and on the verge of tears, Karla huddled under the blankets until dawn. There was no way she could go back to sleep tonight. Not and risk dreaming that again. Whatever that dream had been hinting at was too horrible to contemplate.
[Establishy! New canon made me cry hate-tears on my birthday. Bad form, new canon. Bad form.]