A faint shaking of the pillow disturbed Sylvia's dreamless sleep. She sighed deeply and rolled over beneath her blanket, her eyes fluttering. She was hardly startled by the movement, seeing as used to it by then. After all, she couldn't expected Jon to be still as a statue all through the night. His natural shifting roused her from sleep from time to time, but only for a moment. She doubted she would even remember it in the morning.
Except this time, Jon didn't settle back down. He shook the bed again, the rocking sensation accompanied by a hiss of protest from him.
Frowning, Sylvia groggily forced her eyes to stay open as she turned back toward him, stretching her wings out on the cool surface of the pillow behind her. She gave a start at how illuminated Jon's large, slumbering face was. Someone had left one of the lamps on by the television.
"Jon?" She propped herself up, giving him a concerned once-over.
He was asleep, no doubt about it, but his eyebrows were knitted with distress.