[ She doesn't dream. Her sleep is deep enough that she barely even moves, physical and mental exhaustion pulling her deep enough into the darkness that even her usual nightmares can't penetrate the veil. It's a blissful reprieve from the pain and regret that has haunted her for months, though it'll be renewed now with the fresh material of recent events.
The sun is up when she finally opens her eyes. Is she waking naturally or did something tug her back up to the surface? As she blinks heavily at the unfamiliar room, she struggles to remember where she is and why she's here...
Until it rushes back to her with the force of a truck. She presses her aching hands to her face, taking a few long, deep breaths, and pulls herself together before she breaks apart into a thousand little pieces. ]
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The sun is up when she finally opens her eyes. Is she waking naturally or did something tug her back up to the surface? As she blinks heavily at the unfamiliar room, she struggles to remember where she is and why she's here...
Until it rushes back to her with the force of a truck. She presses her aching hands to her face, taking a few long, deep breaths, and pulls herself together before she breaks apart into a thousand little pieces. ]