Merope didn't sleep, she didn't move, she just remembered what had happened and feared another nightmare. The fear given had consumed her while she fought the sensation to leave the bed he'd given her and escape. The sensations became more real, more intense and she couldn't take it any more after a few hours.
She got up from the bed, her small feet touched the carpeting and she escaped into his room. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath to fixate her mind on how to sneak into his bed with him. Easily, she moved to the floor and moved across the floor on her hands and knees so her weight wouldn't make noise. Merope approached the bed on the wrong side and moved to the right side and she lifted the blanket.
She easily shifted until she was on top of the bed, her body moving closer and her cold leg rested on his, her arm draping across his chest. Merope clutched the fabric on his chest and laid there awake.