[Who met tragic endings, but she won't get into that. The pull of sleep is too strong, and she's too warm and comfortable to fight it. She sleeps soundly for a while, safe at his side. But eventually visions of her dead body and that awful place creep into her dreams, and she jumps awake in a near panic.
She carefully makes her way out of bed, stumbling her way to the bathroom. She's disoriented after the intensity of her nightmares, and needs a few minutes to compose herself. The shower gets turned on, but rather than stepping into the tub, she slides down the wall to sit on the grimy tile floor.
The bathroom fills with steam as the lets the scalding hot water continue to pour. She hopes that enough to cover the sound of her crying, because she doesn't want Johnnie to be bothered by her being upset. Finally, the day's events start to process through her mind. And she sobs as quietly as she can, hiccuping a little as she tries to bottle it all back in. When she can't, her hands childishly rub at her eyes, attempting to wipe away any evidence that she's struggling.]
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[Who met tragic endings, but she won't get into that. The pull of sleep is too strong, and she's too warm and comfortable to fight it. She sleeps soundly for a while, safe at his side. But eventually visions of her dead body and that awful place creep into her dreams, and she jumps awake in a near panic.
She carefully makes her way out of bed, stumbling her way to the bathroom. She's disoriented after the intensity of her nightmares, and needs a few minutes to compose herself. The shower gets turned on, but rather than stepping into the tub, she slides down the wall to sit on the grimy tile floor.
The bathroom fills with steam as the lets the scalding hot water continue to pour. She hopes that enough to cover the sound of her crying, because she doesn't want Johnnie to be bothered by her being upset. Finally, the day's events start to process through her mind. And she sobs as quietly as she can, hiccuping a little as she tries to bottle it all back in. When she can't, her hands childishly rub at her eyes, attempting to wipe away any evidence that she's struggling.]