Twin sister who due to circumstances outside their control were always forced to share a bed growing up, who finally get their own beds, and rooms now that they’re a bit older and there’s a bit more money coming in, though neither ever sleeps very well, always tossing and turning, if they’re even able to fall asleep, most of the time they just lay awake until wee hours, when exhaustion finally over takes them,
After months of this one of them finally cracks, tiptoeing her way to her sisters door late one evening and pushing it open, whispering into the darkness to see if her sisters still awake, of course she is, slipping into the room and closing the door silently, before sliding into bed with her sis,
Wrapping herself around her sister, head nuzzled into the small of her neck, arms and legs intertwined as the two girls shift and find a comfortable position, even though the bed is small, and the blanket barely covers the both of them, they’re out in a flash, having the sweetest little dreams,
Waking up, still intertwined, smiling at one another, and turning off the alarm, before pulling each other in close, and drifting back off to the best sleep they’ve had in months