I think I wrote this for a writing contest in RPGDreamers forum, and I used the oldest of my favorite OC main characters. I really should flesh out and finalize their world more and write more about them and the others in their story. Oh well, I’ll get to it eventually anyway.

Synopsis: A girl in slumber is the source of a private musing laced with concern.

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I love watching her sleep. The way her soft pink lips are parted slightly in an alluring manner without her knowledge. The way the relaxed curve of her face makes her looks more gentler and peaceful, untroubled by any of the million and one things that ran in her mind in the day. The way her petite form moves every now and then to find a comfortable position that will allow a good rest to her tired body, and in doing so, causing her luxurious flood of long black hair to be spread artistically around herself.

It is a huge shame that she does not sleep enough. Everyone knows that she needs it. And no, it is not that sort of sleep where she can utilize her ability to check in on the other’s dreams. It is the kind of deep sleep that leaves a person rested and without a single dream. She needs more of that. Even though she presents an image of one who has much energy and vigor, the dark shadows beneath her face gives her away every single day.

Yet she refuses to, and we can do nothing to stop her for working late into the night. Late enough that she sometimes fell asleep in her office, documents scattered all over her table. The First Generations had all talked to her about it, worry and concern in their eyes, but she insisted that as the leader of Ling Yi, she needs to carry this burden that Thyme Li had handed to her.

They, all seven of them, turned to me, hoping that I will be able to sway her decision in this matter for it concerns not only the well-being of the organization, but me as well. But it is useless, for I have tried. Every time I caught her taking impromptu naps during the day, I would bring the matter up with her. She would look at me with these tired eyes and gently shook her head. And that is all that she needs to do.

Sometimes I wonder if it will do her good if I just knock her out when she is showing signs of being too over-worked, but I know that the consequence of such actions will not be good. Even if she does get a good night sleep. Perhaps I should ask her youngest sister to sit in and hypnotise her to sleep. It would work, but Ice Yi will probably be guilt-ridden once she is given a talk to be her hopelessly stubborn sister.

But deep inside, I know that nothing will work. She will continue working at this frantic pace, unless she feels that it is time for her to relax. I know the time will come, but will it come before or after my poor dear collapsed from sheer fatigue? At this rate she is going, and considering how her body condition seems to weaken more and more every time I come and visit her, she will not be able to take it any longer.

As if sensing my troubled thoughts, she shifts and adjusts so that, by coincidence, her warm palm lays on my thigh as if to tell me to stop thinking so much. I feel my lips move into an upward curve, and I content myself with merely watching her sleep. It is all that I can do now. I will be able to do more in the future, I am sure, and I will be there to catch her when she falls, so that I can place her in bed and watch her sleep.