Dreams... trying to dream was half of the reason she slept. Maybe if she kept sleeping, she would wake up in the right way. Shaking off nightmares, non-realities, maybe her confusion would be sorted...
The other half...
I should be sleeping.
It was hard to explain why, so many times to so many people. It's important that she sleeps. She has to sleep. Stop, stop calling her, if she gets pulled away then... then...!
Everyone will die.
But the warmth on her shoulder beckons. In spite of herself, the dream of touch calls her, pulls her away, out of the dream, out of--
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The other half...
It was hard to explain why, so many times to so many people. It's important that she sleeps. She has to sleep. Stop, stop calling her, if she gets pulled away then... then...!
But the warmth on her shoulder beckons. In spite of herself, the dream of touch calls her, pulls her away, out of the dream, out of--