What dreams may come...

[BrokenDreamer]

The past two nights before last, she had done all within her power to keep from falling into dreaded slumber. Till last night she had been successful, even as body had threatened to rebel at any given moment. Delicate, Elven flowers were not meant for such abuse and when safety had been felt within Sawyer's arms for even just a couple of minutes, mind and body had finally shut down as sleep could be denied no more.

Why the forced torture upon herself? She had rambled of things to the other woman, nightmarish visions that haunted when slumber clutched her to it's breast. She knew of it all, in such vivid details. Of the woman swinging within Gaol, strung up by the dress she so loved ..and of the events that lead her to be in such a dismal place.

She had not numbered among the crowd that was there when the woman's child had died. Never had she set foot within Gaol. It was a miracle, in fact .. that the blind woman knew of any of these details. It was her gift. One sight in exchange for another. It was a curse.

The vision of blood, the original guard first stung, coughing up his source of life till there was no more to give. Reason why the smell of blood from the night before struck such terror within this slip of a woman.

All of this she has seen, the faces.. the gore, the panic and the overwhelming feel of dread that this was just the beginning.

Sawyer had left her safe within her own room ... left slumbering with those demons that flocked to her dreams. Fitful tossing and turning .. watching face after face of coughing, blood hacking individuals. Enough of a fright even that with a cry she was rousing from much needed rest, fighting to untangle herself from traitorous sheets.

A tumble from the bed, wincing as knees came in sudden contact with the floor -the tender flesh of palms slapping against worn wood.. She could still hear the buzzing of insects within her ears. Had she not mumbled half insanely some talk of bugs to Sawyer? Perhaps the delirious belief of one suffering through a self inflicted insomnia -or perhaps she knew of something that everyone else was over looking.

Still knelt upon the floor, it was only now that she would realize she was still screaming her terror .. mouth soon bruisingly crushed by a hand to end that string of sound. A hushed silence, ears alert .. listening it would seem for any form of buzzing, ready to bolt for Sawyer's room need be.

Silence.

Come dawn, she was still awake... but a couple hours of sleep now in the past three nights.