Later on that Night, Wilt tossed and turned in his sleep. His dreams were being flooding with the image of Sarah. Seeing the sad look on her face, disturbed him for some reason and it was eating him inside to see someone so beautiful, be so sad. He opened his eye, as he slowly sat up rubbing his face full of sweat. He took in deep breaths as he looked around to look at his friends who were still all fast sleep.
He got up quietly, walking out of the room and headed down the hallway to the kitchen downstairs, figuring maybe a glass of water would help calm his nerves.
Making his way down the steps wearing nothing more than his socks and wristband, he halted to the sound a rickety sound coming from outside. Getting his glass of water he followed the sound to the back yard porch. Looking outside, he saw Sarah sitting on a rocking chair that was originally left for Madam Foster, reading a book with the light of the moon as her lamp. Wilt watched her as she rocked back and forth on the rocking chair. She was wearing a long white night gown with a light blue robe overtop with white slippers. Her long, brown hair was placed up in a high ponytail making it sway in the wind as she continued to rock back and forth. She was so caught up in the book she was holding into her hands, she didn't even notice the lights on in the kitchen.
As he continue to watch her, her expression sadden more, which in result made her close the book after she bookmark it and lean back in the chair, her head laid to the side as if life was draining out of her. He could see her face a little when she closed her eyes, what caught his attention more was the sudden sparkle from a single tear that rolled down her face and onto her hands.
This made him want to cheer her up even more, but he didn't want to invade on her privacy, seeing how she liked to isolate herself from everyone else. He sighed deeply and walked away from the screen door, into the living room to lie on the couch, thinking that he might have better chance sleeping there. He sipped his cold glass of water, setting it gently on the table to the right of him and closed his eye only to fall into a dream of unhappy faces.