Pamela was awake. She never slept much. It was hard at night, or any other time, to sleep. Her dreams were often weird and cryptic, which just caused her to have a headache. Of course, her abilities caused her to have a headache more often then not, so she was use to the pain. t didn't mean she had to like it. 

Her dog, Lance, looked up at her, and gave a whine. She smiled, rubbing the chocolate brown lab, and rose, grabbing his leash where she had left t, over the bed railing, and buckled it on. While she could technically 'See' with her abilities, Lance still helped her. At times, her mind and sight could be confusing, and Lance help her not run into things. 

"Alright boy, We'll go for a walk and then some food"