Ron awoke with a start, his breathing heavy. He wasn't sure why he had been dreaming of gnomes. He didn't even remember much about the dream. He just remembered that there were gnomes and he was frightened.
"You okay?" Harry asked. He was reading something as far as Ron could tell. Probably doing some homework.
"Gnomes. Garden gnomes," Ron said with a bit of effort.
"We don't have to degnome the garden for a while," Harry said. "And they aren't going to come up in care of magical creatures."
Ron shook his head. That wasn't what he meant at all. But how could he explain what he didn't know himself. He rolled over.
He lay on his stomach for a moment reorienting himself with the sensations of the real world. He knew he was in his bed. It was nice and warm, but not overly hot. The sheets were soft against the skin of his feet.
Slowly he drifted off to sleep, his dreams blissfully empty.