She waited until he'd fallen asleep, then got up, sighing. He'd catch a cold... it was dank and icky down here.

She got up slowly and took one of her comforters, bringing it over as a ghost and covering him with it.

Then she sighed and went back to her bed, curling up, afraid and lonely and sad and mad, all at once.

And then she slowly, so slowly, drifted off to sleep.