Room 419, Late Wednesday Night/Early Thursday Morning
After spending the afternoon eating more ice cream than was really necessary, Morgana thought she might have trouble sleeping. In the end though, it wasn't the sugar that did her in. As she slept, her dreams turned dark, and she saw a beast, large and terrible and on the attack. She saw Arthur fighting it - of course, there was danger, and he had to stop it - and she saw the beast fighting back, hurting Arthur, killing him--
--and Morgana woke up with a start, gasping as she tried to catch her breath and look at the clock. She hadn't had a nightmare that vivid in quite a while, and as she tried to calm herself down, she worked to convince herself that that was all it was, a nightmare. She laid back down on her bed and closed her eyes, as though that would help her get back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't be coming again any time soon.
[Establishy!]
--and Morgana woke up with a start, gasping as she tried to catch her breath and look at the clock. She hadn't had a nightmare that vivid in quite a while, and as she tried to calm herself down, she worked to convince herself that that was all it was, a nightmare. She laid back down on her bed and closed her eyes, as though that would help her get back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't be coming again any time soon.
[Establishy!]