Peeta & Katniss holding eachother in bed before the 3rd Quarter Quell - Told by Peeta
I silently wonder if she is sleeping yet. Is her sleep as disturbed as mine? She has not thrashed or wailed, I assume she is sleeping a dreamless sleep, or a good dream. I am comforted by that thought. I open my eyes to look into her face, yes, she looks happy. I raise my hand to brush back a stray lock of brown hair which covers part of her face. She is beautiful, and in sleep, she is peaceful. I dread tomorrow, when we will be torn apart again. What horrors are in store? I hope that the lie I told in my interview will provide some sort of protection for Katniss, even the Capitol wouldn't dare kill a pregnant girl.
Although it is warm in Katniss' room, I am stone cold. I hold her closer to me, hoping to get some of her body heat. Warmth fills me as she moves in close, consciously or unconsciously I do not care. Her head on my chest, her steady breathing, breathing. How grateful I am, to still have her, here. Some sort of electrical pulse flows through me as I think of her loving me back, but I know it is not true. If only it was.
I close my eyes again, but it's no good. I open them, every 10 seconds or so, to check she is still there. I know sleep is never going to come tonight, I am too awake, too worried for what these next few days will bring. Will be both come out of it this time? If I don't, she must, her survival is the most important thing to me. If she dies, I die.