//;If you had asked Raven what her d e f i n i t i o n of âsleepâ
           was, you would receive a m o s a i c of answers, all forged
           from tinges of grayâvarying gradients of c o m p l e x i t y:
           sleep was s p o r a d i c bouts of tossing and turning, Â
           sleep was riddled with s c a r r i n g nightmares, sleepÂ
           was t r a g i c a l l y nonexistent, sleep was not meantÂ
           for people like h e r ( the u n h o l y dark circles f r a m i n gÂ
           her eyes were o v e r w h e l m i n g enough to prove it ).
             //;So, forgive her for r e f u s i n g to tuck herself into the less-
                 than-comforting e m b r a c e of her bed; f o r g i v e her for
                 ransacking the fridge for s o m e t h i n gâanythingâtoÂ
                 free her from having to do so ( if she was l u c k y, the fridgeÂ
                 light would be i n t e n s e enough to swallow her wholeâ
                 bright enough to e r a d i c a t e the darkness wreaking Â
                 h a v o c on her dreams )âŚbut little did she know, a c e r t a i nÂ
                 geokinetic happened to be up and about, as well. Raven
                 f l i n c h e d upon hearing the croak of her name, almost
                 d r o p p i n g the apple in her hand, as a result.
       //;Clearly, she w a s n  ât the only one with late night food cravingsâŚ
          or rather eight hours of sleep to a v o i d. With a small sigh, the empath
          began to drift out of the kitchen and toward the source of the voice,
          inwardly s u r p r i s e d to see Terraâs s i l h o u e t t e pressed against
          the window, her p u z z l e d, albeit weary, facial features i l l u m i n a t e d Â
          by the dim light of her laptop. By the looks of it, she seemed to have beenÂ
          there for quite some time alreadyâŚor perhaps even all along. It was
          possible that Terra hadnât even r e t r e a t e d to her room to begin withâŚ
          but why? And did this happen to be a routine o c c u r r e n c e?
              //;Raven took a bite of her apple. â I could ask you the same
                   thing,â was her c r y p t i c response to the otherâs p r o d d i n gÂ
                   inquiry. However, some s e m b l a n c e of truth d i d resound
                   in her answer: why was Terra awake? Said âlate night foodÂ
                   cravingsâ asideâŚwas she a c t u a l l y intent on staying up forÂ
                   s i m i l a r reasons to Ravenâs ( that wasnât too d i f f i c u l t to
                   believe, if difficult at all )? Or was it something else e n t i r e l y?
           Ever since Terraâs return to the tower, things have not been
           easy for her--or for the others, really. Though the other Titans
           have accepted Terra back into their group, there was
           still a tension among them. Itâs been several months since
           her return however, & the geokinetic had noticed that that
           tension had started to slowly but surely dissolve, & it was
           like a collective breath of fresh air. But still, despite her
           separate relationships slowly starting to being rebuilt with
           time one by one with each titan, & Terra actually felt like
           she was wanted & belonged, the geokinetic had horrible
           nightmares.
             These nightmares varied, but there was one constant
             that was always the same: Slade was in every single
             one. Eventually, not sleeping became a habit. Terra
             would hang out in the ops room with her laptop, or on
             the towerâs rooftop to watch the sunset & the sunrise.
             Sometimes, if she wasnât too exhausted, sheâd fly
             around Jump at night & until late morning. Her favorite
             frequent spot, though, was by the large window in the
             ops room. Terra shrugged at Ravenâs comment. The
             empath had a point there.
             The geokinetic really didnât want to discuss her sleeping
             problems with Raven. That would just make things worse,
             & Terra didnât want that. Or at least thatâs what Terra thinks,
             anyway.
             âCouldnât sleep. Some noises had been keeping me up.â
             She hoped that Raven wouldnât press too much into
             the matter & would just let the lie be a lie. Terra nodded
             at the nearly empty coffeepot that was by the counter.
             âI made some coffee awhile ago if you want any. I think
             itâs cold by now, though.âÂ
