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Thia had eventually fallen asleep, just a little bit before he left. She rolled over a few times, very thankful that the sleeping bag kept body heat in. Then she started to dream, the dreams turned to nightmares, and they weren't the normal ones either. They weren't about her, they were about Colt. Different scenarios where Colt dies and she was left in the Games on her own. There were reasons why she didn't like to sleep. Her mother had nightmares every night and almost never slept, something Thia seemed to have inheritted. Her breathing quickened and she started reaching for Colt. Thia couldn't find him and tears were in here eyes. Her dreams wouldn't let her wake up. She started sweating, crying, and reaching for something to tell her she wasn't alone. Thia's breaths were short and raspy as she squirmed, desperately trying to wake herself up.
OOC:
Wearing.