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A mosaic of blanketed darkness lets form nonexistent shapes and movements.
Ah, her eyes must be tired…
Hours are a fleeting thing. So long yet deceivingly fast. Sleep is wavering too. A merely forgotten concept behind the million neverending distractions that simply reroute back to one thing. Restlessness.
Only the occasional rustle of blankets and shifting weight can be heard. Or his now noticeably uneven breaths that seem to escape parted lips.
At least one can sleep soundly.
She swallows a sardonic scoff that turns more into an endearing giggle, quietly escaping her chapped lips.
Maybe sleep is also dithering? It seems to be for her, anyway.
But before she can rectify, she’s already found herself lost in the new wakefulness of vivid dreams.