Story: Reassurance

It wasn't until she had slipped between her satin sheets that she had noticed. It had been a busy day, unpacking her sparse (for her, at least) belongings and then making introductions with the others, including her "enemies". She was still strung tight with excitement (and not a little fear) at the thought of fighting for real the next morning. Despite the late hour, she still had to concentrate on trying to sleep.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, she rolled over and pressed her face into her pillow, thinking the darkness there would be less stimulating than that in the rest of the room.

( Her pillow had a scent! )