This idea came to me one night when I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Now I wonder why…. Most of it is dialogue. Oh, and let's say they are back in hallow bastion after the heartless were defeated. And they still have to share a room cause the rest are being used to house refugees, or something. Don't hate me for it. I still have yet to actually beat the game, even though I've had it for over two years.

Insomnia

There were shadows on the ceiling. Strange, crazy shapes. Yuffie had been staring at them for the past few hours, trying to make up stories about what they looked like. Getting bored of that, she turned over toward the lump in the blankets that was Squall. She poked him lightly in the back.

"Squall, you awake?"

She didn't get a response so she poked a little harder.

"Squallie?"

"What?" He muttered in a sleepy, annoyed voice.

"You awake?"

"Now I am."

"Good. I can't sleep."

Squall grumbled. "Count sheep then."

She was quiet, probably seeing the little sheep in her head and counting them. Then…

"1…2…3…4…no, you're supposed to go over the fence, not walk around it. Stupid lazy sheep. 5…6…7…8…9… aw, that's a cute one …10…11…12…13… ouch, that is one unlucky sheep …14—"

"Yuffie, shut up."

She did, till she started humming the song that forever seemed to be stuck in her head.

"Yuffie, stop humming, I'm trying to sleep."

"Sorry." She stopped. For about a minute.

"Yuffie!"

So, instead of humming, she decided to talk to him.

"Whatcha thinking about, Squall?"

"Sleep."

"What else?"

"How if you don't stop calling me Squall, I'm going to throw you out the window."

"Oh"

She stayed silent for a little longer this time, till she started getting uncomfortable. She started moving around, trying to find a stop that was comfortable enough to sleep in.

"Yuffie, what the hell are you doing?"

"I can't sleep, I can't get comfortable."

"Stop moving then."

She tried. For about 20 seconds. Then she started wriggling around again. She then felt the bed squeak and rise as Squall got off it. She turned over to see him heading for the door, with a pillow and a blanket under his arms.

"Where ya goin', Squall?"

"To sleep in the hallway. At least it will be quiet there."

"Don't go, I'll be quiet, I promise. Besides, it always gets cold when you're not here."

Squall sighed, but climbed back in the bed anyway. They just lay next to each other, listening to the other one breath. After a while, Yuffie turned her head to look out the window.

"Hey Squall, look, the sun's coming up. Wow, that's really pretty." Yuffie let out a yawn.

Squall propped himself up on his elbow to look out the window. He could feel Yuffie wiggle down next to him, and curl up. The sky was just starting to brighten up in the east, casting a rosy glow on the pine trees. It was quite a peaceful scene.

"Hey Yuf. Yuffie?" He looked down at the girl curled up next to him, like a cat, fast asleep. He smiled down at the girl, laid back and pulled her close to him, resting his chin on her head. He could smell the mix of scents that were Yuffie, from the herbal shampoo she always used, and the lavender deodorant she wore, to the clean, fresh smell of soap. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Suddenly they popped back open. All that and now he couldn't sleep.