You reach a certain point of fatigue where you're too exhausted to sleep; you've been running on adrenaline for so long that you can't stop. Even as you lie in your familiar comfortable bed feeling the weight of exhaustion press you down like sandbags, feeling as if you can't bear one more minute without sleep -- and still your mind runs in jittery circles, chasing ifs and shoulds and maybes that you've chased a thousand times already and can't let go of.
Regan's been at that point for at least an hour -- it feels like much longer -- and she's heartily sick of it.
She rolls over with a sigh, resettling herself, telling her mind one last time to shut up, telling the guilt that comes with that thought that she needs to sleep and there's nothing more to be done and it'll only be a few hours. Beside her, Gabriel twists his head in restless sleep, and she brushes her hand absently down his arm, and closes her eyes again. Maybe it'll work this time.
Maybe.
And then the whole bed quivers as Gabriel jerks awake with a hoarse cry, and all thoughts of sleep are forgotten.
She shoves herself up, shocked wide-eyed and pale. "Gabriel?" The word comes out a good deal more tentative than she means it to.
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Date: 2006-06-29 03:32 am (UTC)Regan's been at that point for at least an hour -- it feels like much longer -- and she's heartily sick of it.
She rolls over with a sigh, resettling herself, telling her mind one last time to shut up, telling the guilt that comes with that thought that she needs to sleep and there's nothing more to be done and it'll only be a few hours. Beside her, Gabriel twists his head in restless sleep, and she brushes her hand absently down his arm, and closes her eyes again. Maybe it'll work this time.
Maybe.
And then the whole bed quivers as Gabriel jerks awake with a hoarse cry, and all thoughts of sleep are forgotten.
She shoves herself up, shocked wide-eyed and pale. "Gabriel?" The word comes out a good deal more tentative than she means it to.