Jen couldn't sleep. Blake's couch - while comfortable - was not her bed at home. She had left a note for her parents when she went home to throw some supplies into a bag, but still worried about their reaction. And their safety, when she allowed her mind to wander.
Blake's house didn't sound right. Jen realized she was used to the familiar sounds of home that had become subaudible - things she heard without hearing them. The sound of her ceiling fan and computer monitor. The train horn at the crossing by the Little League field. Even her father's trips to the bathroom.
She kicked off the sheet and got off the couch. Maybe Blake had some Yogi Tea to help her get some rest.
Steve didn't seem as worried. At least, he had no problem falling asleep in the recliner in Blake's living room. Jen passed him on the way to the kitchen and smiled. Now, without the threat of destiny hanging over their heads, it was easier to think about him.
Sadly, there was no tea to be found in Blake's kitchen. Jen settled for a glass of water and headed back to her room. As she passed Steve again, he seemed to be struggling with something. Jen approached cautiously, hoping it wasn't something serious.
Steve was dreaming, that much was obvious. He was moving his right arm in circles like he was digging. His legs kicked feebly under the blanket and he was almost whimpering. Without realizing it, Jen was standing over him. A drop of condensation on the outside of her glass trickled down, paused, then fell onto Steve's face.
He woke immediately, startled.
"Are you okay?" Jen said, concerned.
"Yeah. Just a weird dream, I guess."
"We've had a weird day."
"Yeah. Yeah we have. What are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"You should try. Any sleep is better than no sleep."
"I know. Have a good night, Steve."
"Night, Jen."
Jen headed back to her room and closed the door. She set the glass of water down and laid down on the couch. Somehow, knowing she was in this with Steve made it a little better, and she fell asleep without a problem.
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