daisy 'skye' johnson. (myplace) wrote in valarlogs, |
Skye was a sound sleeper, once she closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep there was rarely anything that would cause her to wake up until Grant left the bed in the morning but that was possibly only because she was curled up against him and sometimes holding on like a limpet. She dreamed, everyone did but her dreams were just the random dreams that everyone experienced, the brain processing all the things it couldn't do during hours of wakefulness. Tonight though something was tugging her from her dreams, a vague sense that something was wrong that pulled her from her deep sleep and into a lighter state which meant when Grant's hand settled on her back she instantly woke.
"Grant?" Skye said, her voice still holding traces of sleep as she rolled over to face him, slightly puzzled by the fact there was a space between in the bed. "What? What's wrong?"
Even in the dim light of the room she could see something was wrong with him, moving closer she reached up to touch his cheek, silently letting him know she was here for him.