useless shit

(leighton x tatum)

Tatum is struggling with nightmares, Leighton’s arms are where she feels safe

this is my first fic :)

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Sleep is a crue kindness; a false friend. It draws you in with the promise a rest, comfort and safety. The belief that when you close your eyes and secome to sleep, that all is well. It's not.

Your mind has full control. That mixed with past traumas and emotions create what we know as 'nightmares’: those horrid dreams that have kids screaming for their parents and adults jolting awake, often with their heart pounding out of their chest. They feel real, they create terror and they tarnish people's view on sleep. No longer is the prospect of going to bed inwiting and comforting, but no it's terrifying and off -putting.

That was the position Tatum found herself in. Wide awake, staring holes into the ceiling. In these moments, she envied her girifriend's ability to fall into the grasp of sleep so effortlessly. For the last 2 hours and 26 minutes - not that Tatum had been counting. She had tried her best to close her eyes and sleep, yet whenever she saw the inside of her eyelids; her mind filled with the images plaguing her sleep.