Ain't No Rest For The Not-So-Wicked

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda hasn't slept a whole night in three days.

She gets a few hours of rest here and there, but it's interspersed with nightmares like she hasn't had since her father died. They are vivid, stressful, leave her brain plowing along at a mile a minute and nothing seems to stop it.

She wonders if Jeka is sleeping well, if snake-aliens even dream, but never remembers to ask her. Instead she gets up in the wee hours and wanders the ship just to keep herself moving and to not give in to that chill that keeps crawling down her spine whenever she stands still too long.

Tonight she ends up in the queer little art gallery room, with the statue at the center that shifts according to her thoughts. Tonight none of her ideas are pleasant on their own so she tries to force something a little nicer.

She's watching her mother make pancakes, long hair down her back and a smile on her face, when she realizes she's not by herself anymore.

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[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

"Not me getting any sleep, that's for sure."

Brenda gave him a wan smile.

"What are you doing up Danny? Nightmares too?"

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"Nah, weird sleeping habits." Danny said with a shrug. "I've already kinda been through my worst nightmares already anyways, so it hasn't been hitting me as hard as some other folks.

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

"I thought I'd lived mine too but apparently every time I survive something my worst case scenarios adjust for the rate of inflation."

She laughed dryly.

"This is so much worse than the last time I went to space, seriously."