Falling. Usually, that only happened when she was about to fall asleep. Not when she'd been asleep for a while. Waking up, she felt sick - nauseated and tears pricked her eyes. As she sat, shaken and feeling anxious - her cat Binx tore out from under the bed, racing all over the room before jumping in her lap, clearly frightened. She could feel his heart beating too fast. "It's okay, it's okay, shh." She says quietly, trying to pet him as he shook, trying to break from her grasp and find a better hiding spot.

Eventually, he burrowed under a blanket, and Avery sat up still feeling disturbed and a little sick. Around her, she could hear her roommates stirring. "Sorry..." She apologized, thinking it was Binx's fault that everyone was awake. "I don't know what's gotten into him..."