For Ianto: Early Saturday
Tosh hadn't been sleeping well. Not since her fight with Owen. She'd toss and turn, and sleep in fits and starts, and when she did sleep she'd dream. Dreams about Owen yelling at her, telling her she was unfaithful. Of Mimi turning her back on her, telling her the same. In the morning she'd feel as if she'd not slept at all. Last night she'd given up on sleep, and ended up in the lab with her laptop, working on her alien language program. It felt good to have something to do, to keep herself busy.
Tosh sighed as she poured herself a mug of coffee. It would be awful, she knew that, she'd made it. But she needed some. It was the best way to stay awake.
Tosh sighed as she poured herself a mug of coffee. It would be awful, she knew that, she'd made it. But she needed some. It was the best way to stay awake.