OOM: What dreams may come

[ms_myers]

Nina is having one of those white nights that leave her pounding her pillow and nearly weeping with irritated frustration at three in the morning. She sits quietly in bed, not really reading a book perched in her lap; her thoughts are restless and wandering, moving in and out of a sleepy haze.

Rubbing at her eyes, she slides down a bit so her head hits the pillow, and the room seems to float away as her eyes droop closed.