<div class="floatright">(http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/8152/v309619combolasplit1.jpg)</div><br/>Day after day after day, it was starting to get more and more difficult to understand how she was going to keep it together.  She used to wonder why people said that the dead were the lucky ones, and while she certainly didn't want to be dead, there was a small part of her that envied the possibility of simply resting forever and not having to wake up.<br/><br/>Of course, the flip side to that was the possibility of dreams.  Vanessa hated her dreams, because they were never good anymore.  If she overexerted herself, though, her brain just seemed to shut down and she didn't have to worry about nightmares.<br/><br/>She fluttered down onto the roof, landing gently and rubbing her temples.  Her bed was far too far away for her to try to walk all the way there, and her brain felt too overworked for her to possibly fly there.  Nobody would mind if she just laid down for a bit, maybe for five minutes, to rest up before the walk to her bed...