Landon woke with a jerk, the thin sheet clinging to his sweat slicked skin.  The nightmare was gone by the time his mind truly surfaced and he brushed his fingers through his damp, short cropped hair.  It was well into the morning if the light that streamed through the bedroom window was any indication. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept past sunrise.  He’d feared that it was so ingrained that he would never be able to sleep past the rising of the sun.  Perhaps it was because he was finally somewhere he felt at home, somewhere he had a connection that would keep him grounded.  It didn’t truly matter what the reason was, he was simply grateful that even with the nightmares he’d slept the entire night through.<br/><br/>He pulled on a pair of shorts that had seen better days and a t-shirt after he rolled out of bed and quietly made his way through the house, looking for either of his friends.  He didn’t want to wake either of them if they were still asleep.  When he found Claire in the living room he couldn’t help but smile.  In sleep the tension that he’d noticed the previous day was absent.  She was a beautiful woman, he had always thought so.<br/><br/>He watched her for a time before the wandered into the kitchen.  He noticed the things she’d left out to make their breakfast and assumed from the dirty dishes that Gavin had decided to go into work for a little while.  It didn’t take him long to whip up an omelet for her and brew a fresh pot of coffee.  When she woke she would find breakfast sitting on the coffee table, close enough that the smell would likely wake her.  For his part he grabbed a bottle of water and headed out onto the beach.  He stayed close to the house where she could find him if she wanted, but he needed to work off the tension that the nightmares had left in his body.  The only time he’d failed to work out in the morning in the last year had been when he was injured.  It was one habit he had no inclination to lose.<br/>