just another night in purple
Sleep itself was proving difficult (she drifted off into one nightmare, woke, and drifted back into unpleasantness again) and Reese shifted irritably before getting up and pacing. She stared at the stars for awhile with her knees to her chest and watched them glitter prettily in the clear night. She was shivering despite the warmth of the night and she knew it was the lingering after-effects of the bloody nightmares that had plagued her of late. They were all about being unable to catch a serial killer before they murdered everyone she knew. It was partially Austin's fears about their killer, partially her own frustration at her helplessless in the face of Austin's occupation of Del's body.
She refused to cry.
It was just a dream, no matter how much she woke in cold sweat.
She took her time and breathed in the night air.
She refused to cry.
It was just a dream, no matter how much she woke in cold sweat.
She took her time and breathed in the night air.