The girls settle in for the night.

“Want to borrow some PJ’s?” Jasmine asked her.

“Sure,” said Dawn, pulling herself off the soft bed and walking over to where Jasmine stood next to the dresser, digging through drawers.

“Here, these will probably fit you,” she held out a pair of night shorts and a matching shirt. Dawn took the bundle and went in to the adjoining bathroom to change.

The shirt was too small, bought to fit Jasmine’s tiny frame. Dawn’s breasts pushed at the fabric, the button up shirt opening in a number of small holes down the front. Dawn tried in vain to keep it shut but gave up after a couple of tugs and frustrated sighs. The shorts fit fine, but were not very long. They only covered her ass, not much more, but Dawn thought that they’d probably be good to sleep in. She went back in to the bedroom, where Jasmine had changed for bed in a chaste black nightgown. It had a scoop neck and sleeveless arms, but reached Jasmine’s ankles. The fabric looked like some sort of satin imitation, and shimmered in the dim light.

Jasmine lifted the netting up and held it while Dawn slipped on to the bed. Jasmine flipped off the lamp next to the bed and jumped under the netting landing on a pile of pillows and blankets.

“Well, go ahead and bundle up. I’ll see you in the morning,” Jasmine said, wrapping herself in one of the comforters.

Dawn grabbed a big pillow and started pounding it with her fist, molding it to the shape she preferred best, flat, and plopped down on top of it. She grabbed one of the softer blankets and pulled it on top of her body, turning towards the wall and shutting her eyes.

Sleep seemed to come easily for Jasmine; the sounds of her soft breathing soon filled the air. Dawn envied the other girl, for she herself was having a hard time settling down.

Dawn tossed to one side, then to another. She pounded her pillow again, discarded it, and beat at another one. No good. Was she too hot? Dawn kicked off the blanket. No, it was too cold. A new blanket was soon covering her again.

Finally after what seemed like hours she dozed, dreams taking over her mind and body. In her dreams, Quentin was saying how much he hated her, and that he never wanted to see you again.

“If I catch you near the house ever again I’ll kill you, you understand, bitch?” the fantasy Quentin yelled.

“You’re worthless! No wonder your parents hate you!”

Visions of Dawn’s mother and father started to float around in her dream, shaking their heads at her in disappointment.

“No wonder you can’t find a job! Everyone rejects you because you’re useless.”

On the bed, sleeping, Dawn’s body began to whimper. It reached out for something to hold on to, something reassuring to make it feel noticed. Her hands felt Jasmine’s warm form and groped around, trying to find their way under Jasmine’s blanket.

Waking slightly, Dawn only knew that she wanted comfort, that she wanted another body near her. Her dreams still shouted at her, pounding in to her brain. Dawn scooted close to Jasmine, snuggling next to her smaller form and burying her head in Jasmine’s neck.