scared of things to come

She slept dreamlessly lately. Theory welcomed the sweet release of darkness. Her days were spent dealing with so much stress that it was beginning to take its toll on her body. No matter how she tried, her shoulders and neck were always tight and tense. A visit to the hot springs had eased some of the tension, but she couldn't just slip out every night for a soak. There had to be a more permanent solution. At least when she slept, her body was permitted to relax. Desolate's small nudge began to rouse her consciousness from the depths of her steady sleep. Her eyelids fluttered and she sneezed before waking up completely, looking around for a moment before finding Des in the half-light of early morning. "Hey," she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes on her front leg. "What's up?"