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In the still of the night
Jan. 21st, 2012 02:51 amMorgana's awake. She's been awake most of the night. In fact, she's been awake for the most of the last few nights.
Every time she sleeps, she has terrible dreams. It didn't help that she had the odd run in with the doctor at the market. Even the pointing out of the rash on Morven's forehead, was a wake-up call on her lack of sleep.
She's been so careful, so protective, yet she missed something so obvious. Morgana's upset but she's trying to hold that in. It's embarrassment, and her practical side telling her that this sense of foreboding -- putting trust in the reality of dreams -- is ludicrous.
Sitting in the rocker, Morgana's favourite spot in the nursery, given the time she's spent then rocking and feeding her daughter, she's watching the baby sleep.
It's peaceful watching Morven sleep. Morgana wonders if she was ever that peaceful. She can't imagine it.
Every time she sleeps, she has terrible dreams. It didn't help that she had the odd run in with the doctor at the market. Even the pointing out of the rash on Morven's forehead, was a wake-up call on her lack of sleep.
She's been so careful, so protective, yet she missed something so obvious. Morgana's upset but she's trying to hold that in. It's embarrassment, and her practical side telling her that this sense of foreboding -- putting trust in the reality of dreams -- is ludicrous.
Sitting in the rocker, Morgana's favourite spot in the nursery, given the time she's spent then rocking and feeding her daughter, she's watching the baby sleep.
It's peaceful watching Morven sleep. Morgana wonders if she was ever that peaceful. She can't imagine it.
