Grey couldn't sleep. She very seldom could. As she and Blue settled for the night she would watch the stars above them, far above the tree tops. She would see them lit one by one and after hours of darkness with only the glimmering diamonds that the stars were on the night sky Grey would see them go out, overshadowed by the great sun. A new day would begin and Grey wouldn't have slept at all.
Some evenings Blue would give her a special drink that would make her drowsy but would also make her dream. And Grey didn't like dreams. Most of the time she turned him down, promising Blue she could sleep just fine without that drink. He never believed her but he let her be. He didn't like her dreams either. Not when she woke up either crying or screaming. Blue didn't know what was the worst. When it was at its worst he would rock her to sleep after a nightmare but none of them were comfortable with that solution. Especially not Grey, she couldn't handle skinship very well. Even so she tolerated Blue with great patience. But sometimes she reacted on impulse, she would flinch or even hit him when he gently put his hand on her shoulder.
