The light of the candle was reassuring and she was glad Lucy had thought of it. It was comforting and although she knew it could easily be blown out the simple presence was enough for her. With her friend lying next to her she felt alright for the first time that night after her own incident. She snuggled up to Lucy just as she was doing the same. It was almost like synchronized swimming they way the managed to snuggle without punching or harming the other person. Closing her eyes she thought she would have a better night than she had earlier. She hoped that with the presence of her friend and the candle there would be no more bad dreams.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The first rays of sun were attempting to puncture the curtains that hung over the grand windows in Lucyâ€™s room. Piper stirred but she didnâ€™t want to wake up just yet. It wasnâ€™t until she heard a very faint beeping did she finally get up. It was coming from her room and very carefully, so as not to wake up Lucy she extracted herself and padded to her room and turned off her alarm clock. She had to go to work today, what a pain. Luckily she was off for the radio, her partner in crime was taking care of that.<br/><br/><br/>Walking down the steps slowly she went to the kitchen and made some coffee for herself and Lucy whenever she wakes up. It smelled wonderful, she would get more at the cafÃ© but for now she was happy with brewing it at home. She waited a little while; as she did she practically fell back to sleep on the table when she heard her stomach growl. Grumbling she opened up the fridge to see what there was. â€œOoo eggs.â€ She said pulling a carton out. There was enough for the two of them and if the smell of coffee and cooking food didnâ€™t wake Lucy up she didnâ€™t know what else would.<br/><br/><br/>It was a full hour before she finished cooking, by 10 am she should be ready to head to work at noon. Looking up at the clock she noted she hadnâ€™t had much sleep that night but she understood why, at least she thought she did. For the most part she was attempting to brush it off as some sort of dream. A very crazy horrifying dream, but a dream none the less. It would be easier to forget if she didnâ€™t have the sore back and the small cuts to prove her theory wrong.