Amity didn't sleep much anymore. She wanted to, but she couldn't.
Any creak in the night or rustle of the leaves, any flash of movement silhouetted against the moonlight on the wall; she noticed it. Even when all was still and quiet, and the poor girl could finally fall asleep, what awaited her most nights was unpleasant to say the least.
But it had been a few nights since the last nightmare, they were becoming fewer and further between; but despite the decrease in frequency the intensity had remained the same. Horrible imaginings of her Sweet Potato getting seriously injured or worse, and not being by her side. Was she a bad girlfriend for being able to so vividly picture every detail?
Or perhaps it would be a night dedicated to Odalia, someone the young witch would only refer to now as her 'spawn point', and the possibility of living under her gaze and having to call her mother. She could run away, she could hide... maybe eve-
A rustling under her chin put the emergency brakes on her train of thought. Emanating from just below her chin were the soft sounds of breathing. In and out, slow and consistent, relaxing and comforting.
Calming herself enough to take in her surroundings, Amity found herself at the Owl House, in Luz's room, in Luz's bed, with Luz's head resting on her chest, sound asleep. The warmth and weight of it calmed the lavender-haired witch, bringing her back to the room they now shared.
She was dressed in all the same sparkly pyjamas as always, with Amity finding herself in an identical borrowed pair. A light purple shirt only a few shades from her own hair, dark blue leggings adorned with light blue diamonds, and a cute stylised bear with googly eyes rising from the end of each leg.
At the time Amity had thought about questioning the choice of solid plastic eyes when receiving her own pair, but decided against it, chalking it up to Luz being Luz.
In order to not wake her girlfriend with her restlessness, the considerate insomniac tried to slowly slide out of the bed, moving as slowly as physically possible in order to minimise the chance of disturbing her sleeping beauty.
No more than after the first shuffle did said sleeping beauty throw an arm around Amity's waist, pulling her back into the bed, muttering something about her favourite lemon drop in a drowsy stupor, making sure to replant her head firmly on her girlfriend as soon as she was back in range.
Conceding the battle while thankful that it had been so hard fought, the restless Blight resumed her duty as a pillow, knowing that it brought happiness to the person she cared about the most in this world.
Amity didn't know what the future would hold, what the coming months and years had in store for her. For better or for worse. For all she knew the world could end in a few hours, just as the dawn crested over the raised left arm. But she wouldn't mind.
Right now in this moment, she had Luz, and Luz was happy.
That was enough for her.