0300 hours

The sound of a thud hitting the floor and the groan of the body that now lay on the floor. Melissa rolled to her side and looked at the bedside clock “3 a.m. again. what the hell.” She muttered and pulled herself to a standing position and rubbed a hand over her face. She padded quietly to the replicator and ordered a glass of cool water and slumped onto the sofa in the living room, the nightmares were getting old and the fact that she was flinging herself out of bed was something new. She drank the water and leaned back against the sofa and stared into the darkness for a moment before heading back to her bedroom to try and sleep for at least another hour or two. She had a scheduled run at 5:30 a.m. and then a meeting with Command to discuss some things that she had been working on while on the Bonnie.

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