Memories were a double edged sword. Able to both bring comfort and cut deeper than any knife all at once. It was one of the many reasons that Becca did not sleep. Not 'normally', like most humans. She got her rest in spurts. Like cat-naps, but on a more deeper level. Any time it was quiet, or relaxed in atmosphere around her, she would fade into this type of trance-like state. Like she was taken lost in thought, for she would fixate her stare upon something and then go completely still. Her eyes unblinking as one part of her brain shut down for the moment or the seconds it was allowed to recharge in that way. Though she might be 'resting', she was still very much aware of her situation and environment. Always hyper-aware even in rest.

Such was a night where sleep was impossible, because of memories. She had tried, and failed to come to deep sleep that would allow her to pass a few hours in Morpheus's embrace of deep sleep. Her mind would not shut off and as she lay in bed, it thought of everything---literally everything without control or filter. Causing Becca distress to the point where even laying still was unmanageable.

Slipping out of bed, she made her way downstairs to enter the living room and made her way to the box window seat that faced out into the forest. Moonlight streaming in from the trees shined its rays into the room at the right angle to cover where she sat in its entirety. Settling down and pulling her knees up to her chest, and wrapping her arms around them, she sighed as she propped her chin on her knees. Eyes staring off into the night as she tried to push her thoughts away and find her center again.

She blinked a few times, to try and clear her eyes of the forbidden tears that tried to fall as she sat unmoving. She would not cry. Not over something that was ages and ages old. Memories that she kept locked away for a reason. "Go away....." Her voice whispered softly to herself. So soft it was almost unheard. "Go away...." She let out a soft, shuddering sigh as she hugged her knees tighter and curled up upon herself more. Tonight----would be another sleepless night. Plagued by things she longed to forget, and yet couldn't.