Gaara woke up in the middle of the night crushed against something soft. It took him a moment to realize that that something soft was Sakura.
He wiggled, trying to escape her clutches, but she only held on tighter. "No!" She protested in her sleep. "I want to keep the pony!"
Gaara tried to figure out how he had gotten into this situation, but his mind, still drunk, and fogged with sleep, couldn't remember what had happened for this to come about. He vaguely remembered Sakura pulling him to his feet; she was really strong, and kind of scary, now that he wasn't either anymore. Somehow, they had gotten into bed together.
He soon fell back to sleep, with Sakura murmuring still beside him. "Where's the lamp? I saw it on the table I swear..."