Room 507, Friday morning
She would later wonder if it was sitting up in the cold the night before that had done it, or if it had to do with left over frustration at Chad, or something else entirely. A question for Dr. Pevensie when she saw her again.
Whatever the cause, Nadia woke up gasping for breath on Friday morning, curled tightly into a ball under her covers, and shivering.
The dream, what she could remember of it, had been very simple. Alone in a small, dark space. Cold and unable to move as horrible things happened around her. She couldn't remember what the horrible things were, though she'd tried, in case this was one of those dreams. They fluttered just at the edges of her conciousness, refusing to come out to be examined and fixed.
So she stayed curled up under her blanket, quietly shivering to herself, waiting for her heart to slow back down to a normal rate and her breathing to stop rasping slightly so she could move on from the dream and onto her day.
[ooc: door is closed, but people are welcome to knock should they care to. The roomie, of course, doesn't have to knock.]
Whatever the cause, Nadia woke up gasping for breath on Friday morning, curled tightly into a ball under her covers, and shivering.
The dream, what she could remember of it, had been very simple. Alone in a small, dark space. Cold and unable to move as horrible things happened around her. She couldn't remember what the horrible things were, though she'd tried, in case this was one of those dreams. They fluttered just at the edges of her conciousness, refusing to come out to be examined and fixed.
So she stayed curled up under her blanket, quietly shivering to herself, waiting for her heart to slow back down to a normal rate and her breathing to stop rasping slightly so she could move on from the dream and onto her day.
[ooc: door is closed, but people are welcome to knock should they care to. The roomie, of course, doesn't have to knock.]