Blossom turned and tossed in her sleep. She was experiencing a dream that replayed the day's fight but in her mind the scene kept shifting. She saw herself and her sisters smashing Mojo's latest mechanical contraption one moment, and then flashed back to Townsville five years before. The day shifted from sunny and bright to a dark and stormy night as the younger Powerpuffs fought Fuzzy Lumpkins and Sedusa at the steps of City Hall. Then she flashed back a further three years, to when they stormed Mojo's lair and put him down once and for all...or so they had thought. The young woman could not stop twisting as she relived fight after fight in her mind, a never-ending procession of battles that stretched back to her earliest days.<br/><br/>Her dreams were not helped by a strangely familiar scent of flame and brimstone that wafted into her nostrils. Her sleeping mind could not process it, but it added overtones of fiery death to her dreams. The images of numerous burning buildings and forests she and her sisters had saved, mixed with the vague shape of someone or something that struck fear in her heart. Cold sweat broke out on her brow. She cried out in horror and a blast of cold air emerged from her mouth, super-chilling the room. The sudden chill snapped her out of her sleep.<br/><br/>"Aaa!" She sat bolt upright, looking around frantically. A quick glance at the clock told her the time: 3:28 A.M. . Once her super senses told her she wasn't in any danger, she wiped her brow and got up, going to the heart-shaped mirror over her bedstand. She took a long look at herself. At eighteen, she looked pretty good for someone had been fighting all her life she felt. She had reached the height of 6'2", with a body kept toned and fit but not too overtly muscular. Her flaming crimson hair was still kept in a flowing sweep to the middle of her back and she automatically tied on her trademark pink ribbon with it's red heart. She was inordinately fond of that ribbon. She'd come into being with it after all. Her breasts were high and full, puffing out the pink lace nightie she wore. It covered her slim waist and supple, well-rounded rear, coming to the bottom of her thighs and leaving her long legs bare. She wiped away the sweat with a scented handkerchief and took a deep breath before grabbing a red bathrobe and tying it around herself.<br/><br/>"I need a break." She let out a deep breath before stepping outside her room. She and her sisters had each gotten their own rooms as they had grown, and on nights like these she was glad that they didn't all sleep in the same bed as they once had. She closed the door as silently as she could and floated down the hall past the rooms of her sisters and their father, Professor Utonium. A tired smile crossed her lips. She loved them all, even on the days when they were the most difficult. She floated down the hall to a window and then outside and up to the roof. Her pale skin wasn't affected by the cold of night. She sat down on the roof and looked to where the sun would rise in a few hours. Maybe the soothing dark would settle her nerves. She hoped so anyways.