09-27-2019, 10:38 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]It had been a while since Moth had slept through the night. Even when she had been on bedrest and was meant to stay in bed in order to keep from walking around too much, in order to sleep to get the healing process going quicker and better, it was hard. Oh, she was able to go to sleep fine half the time, but the other half had been filled with worrying nightmares, most of which hadn’t made sense to the conscious female when she woke up from fear, overheating and blankets strewn about. The last time, it had been so bad that she had kicked out, her pillow fort collapsing around her, smothering her in pillows and blankets, waking up the mutated leopard, scared that she had been buried alive, only to find out soon after that it was just her blankets, just the pillow fort she had made in order to be closer to the animals she had considered family.
She didn’t put it back up after that, afraid that the next time it toppled over, she wouldn’t wake up in time to not be suffocated under linen.
Moth had thought once she was able to walk around once more, the nightmares would end. She thought they were leftover energy from not really being able to do anything, but even with her being out of the house for as long as she could handle without collapsing, she was still getting nightmares. It seemed as though the sleep-schedule of the feline was becoming more and more lax, and she was staying up later and later each night, trying to avoid falling asleep for fear that she would have another confusing nightmare.
It was around one in the morning, and Moth had been trying to make sure she stayed awake, and had left her house, heading towards the garden that was now filled with dying herbs and the shreds of the other plants that remained from when Selby had gone through the garden - something Moth didn’t know about, though she chose not to ask what had happened to the garden she had grown to love - but she didn’t make it before exhaustion set over her, shoulder beginning to twinge with a slight pain, and the female would find a tree to sit under, a small sigh leaving her maw as she looked out over the territory, giving her shoulder a rest as she slowly began to doze off.
She didn’t put it back up after that, afraid that the next time it toppled over, she wouldn’t wake up in time to not be suffocated under linen.
Moth had thought once she was able to walk around once more, the nightmares would end. She thought they were leftover energy from not really being able to do anything, but even with her being out of the house for as long as she could handle without collapsing, she was still getting nightmares. It seemed as though the sleep-schedule of the feline was becoming more and more lax, and she was staying up later and later each night, trying to avoid falling asleep for fear that she would have another confusing nightmare.
It was around one in the morning, and Moth had been trying to make sure she stayed awake, and had left her house, heading towards the garden that was now filled with dying herbs and the shreds of the other plants that remained from when Selby had gone through the garden - something Moth didn’t know about, though she chose not to ask what had happened to the garden she had grown to love - but she didn’t make it before exhaustion set over her, shoulder beginning to twinge with a slight pain, and the female would find a tree to sit under, a small sigh leaving her maw as she looked out over the territory, giving her shoulder a rest as she slowly began to doze off.