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On a vaguely optimistic note, the unnecessarily vivid nightmare that woke Natalie up in the middle of the night proved once and for all that she didn't need Sam and his ghosts to mess up her sleep. Her own brain could do that for her just fine, and not just that, but it could specialize it for her exact fears and repressed thoughts, producing images of ghosts and gore and Todd and Sam and even the school treasurer she hadn't thought about in a while, and just a little bit of heartbreak, all on its own.
It also made her scramble quietly out of her sleeping bag and out of the tent, because the best thing to do upon waking up from all of that was to get herself to wake up completely. The sun wasn't up yet, so the air wasn't as warm as it would be during the day. That helped. Kneeling right outside the tent, Natalie shook her head, trying to get the last of the groggy fog to clear and take the remnants of that stupid nightmare with it. She spared a fleeting thought to whether she'd woken anyone up in the tent, and whether she should call Sam or something. That idea got scrapped, though. Her phone was inside the tent, and she didn't know where he'd be, anyway. No point potentially waking up people in another tent, too. She could handle this on her own. Just a dumb nightmare.
So now she was going to sit right here in her pajamas until her heart stopped pounding and the rational part of her mind got control of the rest of it. Or until places in town started opening for the day. Whichever happened first.
[ooc: Open for tentmates and random super early wanderers alike! Yes, this is slight method RP. Screw you, random nightmares waking me up in terror at four in the morning.]
It also made her scramble quietly out of her sleeping bag and out of the tent, because the best thing to do upon waking up from all of that was to get herself to wake up completely. The sun wasn't up yet, so the air wasn't as warm as it would be during the day. That helped. Kneeling right outside the tent, Natalie shook her head, trying to get the last of the groggy fog to clear and take the remnants of that stupid nightmare with it. She spared a fleeting thought to whether she'd woken anyone up in the tent, and whether she should call Sam or something. That idea got scrapped, though. Her phone was inside the tent, and she didn't know where he'd be, anyway. No point potentially waking up people in another tent, too. She could handle this on her own. Just a dumb nightmare.
So now she was going to sit right here in her pajamas until her heart stopped pounding and the rational part of her mind got control of the rest of it. Or until places in town started opening for the day. Whichever happened first.
[ooc: Open for tentmates and random super early wanderers alike! Yes, this is slight method RP. Screw you, random nightmares waking me up in terror at four in the morning.]
