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Originally Posted by peppermintbubble.

Samantha scrunched her eyes for a second and sat up. She wanted to sleep, oh she really did, but she knew that sleep made her vulnerable. She won't be able to know what's happening if she sleeps. And that scared her. Sleep was hard for her. And Bronwyn wanted her to take a nap, saying she would keep watch.

Her body didn't let her mind protest. Samantha found herself lying back down, yawning again and shivering slightly. Her clothes were torn and she felt cold. Her eyes drifted close, and soon she was out like a lightbulb, snoring quietly and slightly drooling in her sleep, resting on her back, her head on the armrest of the couch. She took up the whole couch. Death laid at the end of the couch and slept there.

Bronwyn stood with her back to the wall, glaring at the door.