Rose rarely remembered crying when she woke up. The first few weeks she'd cried herself to sleep, and Jackie had mentioned hearing her in the middle of the night, but Rose didn't remember. She tried to push away the dreams--to just not think about them--but everything in her waking life had been so blank. She'd been walking around like a zombie.
The dreams were gut-wrenching, but they weren't the sort that would wake you up. She was still asleep, whimpering and crying into her pillow.
"Doctor.." she murmured, tossing uneasily beneath the sheets.