She turned and looked at him from the counter and smiled. She looked out the window to see the moon right there, shining through. She sighed softly and then slowly she walked over to the bed and sat down on the side and then pulled her legs up and rolled over, and rolling to the center of the bed, facing him.<br/><br/>She laid there with the moonlight gently illuminating her hair and soft skin. Her eyes, blue and green seemed brighter in the moonlight, or even brighter than a few hours before. She yawned and shivered softly. She wasn't cold, but she seemed like she was fighting to keep her eyes open. She smiled and gently ran her fingers through his hair before bringing her hand to rest on the bed by his chest.<br/><br/>It was plain to see that sleep was not going to come easy for her, despite how tired she was. She'd experienced a lot of scary things, and saw things she should have never seen. She was likely to experience some post traumatic instances, and it seemed to mostly be manifesting as nightmares.