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Logan pulled herself from bed after another nearly sleepless night. Her cheeks were stained with tears that fell during her nightmares, and her heart was still racing. Her dreams felt too real for even her, and she could no longer rely on them to provide an escape for her after a long day. Despite sleeping cuddling the blanket instead of wearing it, she was still sweating which was most likely a result of her nightmare. Usually, she would never take the blanket lower than her hips because she still held on to the childish belief that as long as the blanket covered your feet a demon couldn't pull you out of bed, but last night she had been so desperate to cool down she took the blanket off herself entirely.
As her feet padded around the carpet of her bedroom, she checked her phone. It was routine for her to check everything that may need checking in the morning so that she would not fall behind or miss something important. As she did this she also pulled her curtains, letting the dull light of the still-rising sun bathe her room. Her eyes didn't take long to adjust to the sunlight due to them already being encaptured in the light of her phone screen. Her alarm for 8 am was the last thing she touched before setting her phone down, turning the alarm off since she was already awake.
Her shift started at 9 which meant she would have to leave at a quarter til. All this extra time she'd given herself was used for a hot shower. Once she had finished washing and shaving, she sat on the tub floor until the water became ice-cold which put her at 6:55 once she had gotten herself dried and dressed. She scrunched her hair in her towel, being gentle on the light curls that her hair never seemed to hold in any style. Her damp hair was tied back in a loose ponytail as she began to make her coffee and search her cabinets for breakfast.
As the coffee poured into her cup she bit into the Nutella covered toast she had made while the coffee machine was heating the water. The apartment revealed it's freezing temperatures as her body finally regained its ability to control its temperature which only further cemented the severity of these nightmares to her. Coffee had become a replacement for the five out of eight hours of sleep that were taken from her each night, but its effects had been slowing as her body became used to the caffeine. The coffee machine beeped once her cup was filled, and she began to pour the sugar into the cup straight from the bag before going into the fridge for creamer. Once her coffee tasted right she made her way back to her bed, sitting down criss-cross and opening her laptop to see what there was to watch before work.
As her feet padded around the carpet of her bedroom, she checked her phone. It was routine for her to check everything that may need checking in the morning so that she would not fall behind or miss something important. As she did this she also pulled her curtains, letting the dull light of the still-rising sun bathe her room. Her eyes didn't take long to adjust to the sunlight due to them already being encaptured in the light of her phone screen. Her alarm for 8 am was the last thing she touched before setting her phone down, turning the alarm off since she was already awake.
Her shift started at 9 which meant she would have to leave at a quarter til. All this extra time she'd given herself was used for a hot shower. Once she had finished washing and shaving, she sat on the tub floor until the water became ice-cold which put her at 6:55 once she had gotten herself dried and dressed. She scrunched her hair in her towel, being gentle on the light curls that her hair never seemed to hold in any style. Her damp hair was tied back in a loose ponytail as she began to make her coffee and search her cabinets for breakfast.
As the coffee poured into her cup she bit into the Nutella covered toast she had made while the coffee machine was heating the water. The apartment revealed it's freezing temperatures as her body finally regained its ability to control its temperature which only further cemented the severity of these nightmares to her. Coffee had become a replacement for the five out of eight hours of sleep that were taken from her each night, but its effects had been slowing as her body became used to the caffeine. The coffee machine beeped once her cup was filled, and she began to pour the sugar into the cup straight from the bag before going into the fridge for creamer. Once her coffee tasted right she made her way back to her bed, sitting down criss-cross and opening her laptop to see what there was to watch before work.