(likewise, it isn't the first night that abby has woken up with a start in a wash of cold sweat. the nightmares are swings and roundabouts; currently they skew both frequently and nastier because she has new material to work with, but they'll lessen again. eventually. she hopes she isn't waking anybody else in the house up every night, she has no idea if she's yelling or not.
she wipes her eyes as she sits up, exhaling roughly. checking her fluid for the time: almost four in the morning... she could go back to sleep and– what, have another dream about lev's empty eyes, and her hands tacky with his blood? yeah. that's not going to happen.
so she swings her legs to the side of her bed, and sighs, and rubs the back of her neck. and, glancing up, notices something outside the window. something with a soft, almost ethereal glow to it. abby pushes up from the mattress slowly, with sluggish, sleepy movements, and squints through the dark.
:(
she wipes her eyes as she sits up, exhaling roughly. checking her fluid for the time: almost four in the morning... she could go back to sleep and– what, have another dream about lev's empty eyes, and her hands tacky with his blood? yeah. that's not going to happen.
so she swings her legs to the side of her bed, and sighs, and rubs the back of her neck. and, glancing up, notices something outside the window. something with a soft, almost ethereal glow to it. abby pushes up from the mattress slowly, with sluggish, sleepy movements, and squints through the dark.
is it... a deer?)