Cathy grinned back at her, nodding automatically. "I like that philosophy," she stated decisively, slipping into the connecting living room to retrieve her box of tissues. The automatic flinch that came in response to the word 'bed' had her mentally kicking herself, unwilling at first to put that on this woman who was more or less a stranger, albeit a trusted one.
And because she did trust her, she knew that she had to make an admittance. "Lindsey and I haven't really been sleeping," she confided in her, voice dropping though she knew that they were the only ones in the apartment. "I mean, we do when we have to, but--...there are these awful dreams. Only they're not...they're too real."
She shook her head, free arm wrapping around her stomach. "We suspect we know who's behind it, but until things are sorted out..." Trailing off again, she shrugged helplessly, a little embarrassed. Truth be told, she felt foolish when she stepped back and realized that the hallucinations really were just that...but every time it happened, it left her more shaken than before.