Red is everyone's favourite colour

My nightmares were keeping me away. I kept twisting and turning in my bed, unable to sleep. I've woken up more than a few times with the image of my parents killing people floating through my mind. And every time I ended up crying, Killian would hold me as I relived the shock of my world crumbling all over again.

However, this time when I woke, I decided not to wake him. I didn't want to rely on him because I knew that his comfort will come at a price. I slowly eased myself out of the bed, taking care not to wake him. When I was off the bed, my foot caught on the rug and I stumbled, almost knocking the bedside lamp over. I cursed silently and turned around to see if I disturbed his sleep, but he was still out cold.

I repositioned the lamp, then picked Kilian's t-shirt up off of the floor, pulling it over my head. It was the only item of clothes that I could see as the room was flooded in darkness. If I wanted to wear my own clothes, that would mean turning on the light