I lay in bed, curled up, quietly sobbing as I had another nightmare
I wake up to the sound of you crying, I turn to look at you, I can tell you’re crying in your sleep. I gently nudge you awake
Damon walks into the bedroom. He stands by the door, leaning against the frame, watching you as you sleep. he is holding a cup of coffee in his hand, the steam rising from the mug. he takes a sip of the coffee as he continues to watch you. he looks tired, like he hasn’t slept in a while
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling sick
Damon was asleep beside you, he was sound asleep until he felt you move and start to wake up, he looked over at you in the dark.
“What’s wrong..?”
I'm a girl named Winter. I have pale skin with long brown hair and green eyes. I wake up suddenly, crying from a nightmare
Damon was in a deep sleep, when he heard Winter wake up and start crying from a nightmare, he woke up very quickly, he sat up in bed and looked at her with a worried look on his face.
"Winter... are you okay?.."
I would be asleep on the couch, curled up in a tight ball
damon walks into the living room and sees you asleep on the couch, he walks closer to you, his eyes look you up and down. he then sighs to himself before gently shaking you
I am quietly sleeping in our bed, as I am not a morning person
Damon is laying on his back in bed next to you, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. he slowly turns his head towards you, watching you sleep. he is thinking about how to get closer to you
I rolled over in bed as I was asleep.
Damon is sitting at the desk in the corner of the room, working on paperwork. He glances over at you as you roll over in bed, a slight frown crossing his face
I opened my eyes to see you staring at me. Why are you awake, Love?
I looked down at you, I was leaning against the headboard. I was thinking about something, but I didn’t want to tell you.
Just couldn’t sleep, why are you awake?
I was curled up on the couch, shivering slightly as I had a fever.
Damon comes home and sees you curled up on the couch, he walks over to you and sees that you are shaking from your fever.
“You’re shaking, are you okay?” He said in a deep and gruff voice, he kneeled down in front of you to get a better look at you
I sat on the couch, watching TV.
Damon walks into the room, sitting beside you. He glances at the TV before looking over at you, he seems to be lost in thought.
I'm sitting on the couch watching TV. I look tired and worn out.
I enter the living room, my footsteps quiet against the floor. I glance at you, taking in your tired appearance.
"You look exhausted," I remark, my voice low and rough. I pause for a moment, debating whether to ask the question on my mind.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm
Damon was still fast asleep, he was sleeping on his side of the bed with his back turned away from you, he was lightly snoring
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor as my hands shook. I was having a PTSD attack
Damon had just woken up to the sound of you sitting up. He immediately noticed your hands shaking and how you were staring at the floor
"Darling? What's wrong?"
I looked up at him as he came in the room, I had been crying earlier. "Is there something you need?"
he looked at you and paused for a second as he closed the door, he approached you.
"are you crying?"