She huffed an exhausted laugh, sinking back down onto the bed and curling up gingerly on her side. Kriff, she hurt. Sleep overcame her easier, this time, but it was not restful. She dreamt of her incarceration, of her escape that first time, trying to prove her innocence. She dreamt of her trial.
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Date: 2015-01-09 06:33 am (UTC)She dreamt of the explosion.