cadet_amara | Entries tagged with peter petrelli

Amara Smith had always been a light sleeper. The slightest movement or noise woke her, and her recurring nightmares usually kept her on edge as it was. She'd learned to function on very little sleep. Here, she spent most nights watching Peter. His sleep patterns were fascinating. He moved around more than anyone she knew, and she wondered what he was dreaming about.

She was about to drift off again when a slight rumble in the distance made her suddenly alert. She smiled a little. A storm. She loved storms. Ever since she was a little girl thunderstorms had thrilled her. When the other children in her neighborhood would run for cover, she'd run straight out into it. Strange for a small child, but Amara had never really been a normal kid.

Amara rolled over on her side to look out the window and listened as the storm came closer, content to enjoy the show.