I felt my way across the floor in the little house, feeling the coal dust coat the bottom of my feet. I stubbed my toe against the chest against the wall and I trusted myself up onto the bed. Katniss shifted ever so slightly as I climbed under the covers. I wasn't worried about waking her, I knew she wasn't sleeping, how could she be? It was the night before the reaping and her name was in that dreaded ball 20 times. It didn't appear that the odds were in her favor. She rolled over, with her hair a matted mess and her eyes droopy, and said "come on Prim, you need to sleep."
"Katniss I can't sleep. I'm nervous. What if one of us gets reaped tomorrow? What will we do? How will mom handle it?" Katniss shoots a quick glance over to the dark side of the room at my mother, making sure she's still sound asleep. Katniss is always sure to monitor her words when Mom's around. She is still slumbering away, as always. Katniss turns her attention back to me and says;
"Prim don't you worry about it. We'll be fine, we always are. Now you really need to sleep." She rolls back over, I can tell that she's trying to sleep or at least make me think that she's sleeping because her breathing becomes unnaturally even. Her words have soothed my nerves a little, but I'm still nervous. What will happen if Katniss gets reaped? She keeps our family going, she's the main supported even though she's only the daughter. I'm strong and smart for my age, but I can't hunt like Katniss can. All I have is my little goat, and Buttercup. For a second I let myself wonder if my mom and I would have survived after my Dad died if Katniss wasn't around. I don't know if we would have. Just the thought makes me choke up and I try to put it out of my mind. Eventually I nod off for a little, but morning comes too quickly.