Monsters and dinosaurs and trilobiotes, oh my! ((Open))
Alan Grant had been so caught up in Chance Silvey's nightmares that he'd left the door open to his own. Gasping for breath, he thrashed against an invisible monster before realizing that he was fighting against his own blankets. There was nothing else in the room with him.
Throwing off the blankets, he grabbed his watch off the stand and found that it was nearly two in the morning. Grant glanced at the empty half of the bed, and wished that he hadn't been sleeping alone tonight. His shoulder ached with the ghost of pain from his dream, and the image was still so vivid that he knew he wouldn't be sleeping for a while.
It was too late to talk to anyone he knew, and too early to call it a morning and start on his day. So instead he decided on a compromise, where he could continue his night with food and a hot beverage, and talk to complete strangers. The Great Hall usually had both at all hours of the day.
Throwing off the blankets, he grabbed his watch off the stand and found that it was nearly two in the morning. Grant glanced at the empty half of the bed, and wished that he hadn't been sleeping alone tonight. His shoulder ached with the ghost of pain from his dream, and the image was still so vivid that he knew he wouldn't be sleeping for a while.
It was too late to talk to anyone he knew, and too early to call it a morning and start on his day. So instead he decided on a compromise, where he could continue his night with food and a hot beverage, and talk to complete strangers. The Great Hall usually had both at all hours of the day.