A Short Story : A Story?

“Well good morning to you too, Jean Louise. Did you sleep well?” Her voice was frail, her eyes were red and baggy. I could tell she did not sleep much last night.

"Make yourself comfortable. And I will go to my place." The guy told her and heading for the door, he left the room.

“Sitting at the dais, I felt tired but much too excited to think about sleep. I glanced around the room and smiling faces turned toward me. Someone asked whether I was ready to leave. I shook my head. ‘I'd like to stay awhile longer.”

Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.

“I know,” said Eloise, stroking Kate’s cheek with her finger. “It’s cold, but we’ll get that sorted.” Eloise pulled a blanket off a chair, and lovingly covered her niece with it. She then went back to her own room, and promptly fell asleep.

Sleep is elusive, only gracing her with shuteye after hours of tossing and turning. When the rays of sunlight trickle into her tent, she rolls onto her stomach and closes her eyes with the hopes of dozing off. The rest of the camp is awake and bustling, dashing her plan to rest her eyes once more. With an angry huff, she rouses herself, gathers her clothes and sleeping bag and stuffs them into her

"Yeah, something isn't right," I mumbled. I kicked off my sneakers and sat on the bed, running my hands through my hair.

There was silence for a good couple minutes until finally Ella spoke ‘where exactly are we?’ She said. I looked at her not knowing what to say, ‘would you believe me if I said we’re lost.’ She stared in disbelief and then sat down, ‘don’t you think it’s getting a bit dark,’ she said.

He hadn’t slept in days. He wouldn’t sleep until everything was somewhat normal. He had made everyone stay up all night until they had a plan. They didn’t sleep very well that night.

Cold... why was it always so fucking cold... Cass curled up on her cot in a vain attempt to warm her body, pulling her knees to her chest and squeezing her eyes shut trying to fall asleep. She couldn't remember the last time she slept... honestly she couldn't even remember how long it had been since she woken up in the tiny cell that had become her home whether she liked it or not. Slowly she sat upright in her little cot and examined her "room".

Too tired to even make it upstairs, she gathered the soft pillows to her chest and gave herself up to sweet oblivion. As she drifted deeper and deeper into sleep, a dream of Sean and Lacey flitted in and out of her consciousness.

She stifled a yawn and snuggled closer to the object she slept next to. Suddenly curious, her eyes squinted at the solid object beside her. Her mother, pale and motionless rest peacefully where she had left her the night before. Her ragged clothes that did nothing to warm her from the cold were damp from the rain. Leah quickly

Zachary waited until she left the room before pulling up a chair next to the cot. He flashed a tight-lipped smile, which she imagined he’d used on Shawn.

Her breathing slowed and despite how hard she tried to fight it sleep tugged at her senses. She heard Alex's voice, but the words seemed lost as she sank deeper into her sleepy state. She had been working all day, and current events had been a roller coaster of emotions. Gabby was honestly drained, and before Alex could get his apology out she was out. A soft snore was the only response he received when finally done with his admission. Gabby had fallen asleep, her legs still draped over him as she rested back against the

"I'm fine, it's just..." she looked down to her hands as they rested on her knees. It was so hard to find the words to voice her needs, specially after hiding them for so very long. She knew Jack wouldn't judge her for it, but old habits were hard to break. Still she nibbled her lip and uncrossed her legs, spreading them just a bit as he had instructed.