There are maps to your bones and skin Characters: Colleen, Danny Setting: Early Morning - The Arfour to start Content: Nothing questionable Summary: Danny and Colleen do some yoga and meditate
"Don't! Please!" Colleen shot forward, panting breathlessly, and reached wildly for the child's mangled body sprawled lifelessly in the arena. A nightmare, if only she could say that's all it was. She woke up in a cold sweat, hair plastered to her damp skin and tears rolling heavily down her face, heart racing. The horrible memory dissolved into the darkness, left her shaking, covering her mouth to quiet her grief. The terrors happened less, but every now and then came to remind her of what she went through lest she forget. As if she ever would. She pulled her knees up to her chest, squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in a shuddering breath, let go, then inhaled again and repeated the pattern until her breaths were steady. Colleen lifted her face and wiped away the tears and sweat. Morning had come. Sleep felt impossible now, and so she got out of bed, washed herself up, then left to the quadrant's garage and got her bike.
She rode the dark morning out to the Arfour. The artificial light of the day barely broke through when she got there; Danny was still asleep when she found him. Colleen took off her shoes and quietly climbed into bed with him, curled up to his back and pressed her head lightly against the space between his shoulders. He would know it was her, this wasn't the first time he'd find her there after a bad night. Colleen closed her eyes and listened, honed in the subtle rise and fall of his body, and tried to match his rhythm down to his heartbeat. A private game she played sometimes, to pacify her thoughts.