Laura had never slept well.

Life had never given her the chance to. As a kid, she'd been at The Facility, where the calls of crickets at night had been replaced by shouting and violence. Prods and pokes of needles. Then there were the missions, always keeping one eye open, never trusting whatever situation she was thrown into, left as nothing more than a weapon. Sure, leaving with her sister and heading to a proper home had assuaged her a little, but those habits never faded completely. She still woke up at the slightest sounds, still felt her fight or flight kick in, and was still roused by nightmares on the daily.

With you, she’d nearly slept through the whole night. Her initial awakening had been surprising because she hadn’t been tense; confused by her surroundings, sure, but not alarmed. You had hummed and turned into her, tucking your head beneath her own before quickly stilling again. Having you at her side lullled her back to a restful slumber, and she’d remained asleep until a new kind of alarm stirred her.

"Morning baby," she murmured, slurred, still working the sleep out of her words and blindly reaching to slam the unnatural ringing noise. Putting it on sleep. She wasn't going anywhere. Hell, she might even sleep in. She never slept in.