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9. my muse pretending to sleep
Creak.
Through the darkness of her room, Kasumi picked up the unexpected sound of her bedroom door opening. Still, she did not exactly get up to confront the other, instead refusing the temptation to peek, and call out into the abyss to see who the interloper was.
Heavy eyelids refused to open, yet, despite the ongoing silence as her door closed, she could not commit to sleep. Her heart raced, mind spewing out thoughts faster than she could read them, too much, too much to actually worry about. Who is here? Why, and how, did they come into my room? She wondered, shifting slightly on the futon, ears again picking up noise as the low thud of footsteps vibrated through the tiled floor.
At last, it became too much, and with great reluctance, she allowed her eyes to open to shadows and a stranger. For a moment, she stayed motionless, before shifting onto her opposite side, peering into the shadows to glimpse the intruder. Silence abounded in the stillness, but it was not reassuring. No, no this silence seemed…tense, if not awkward. Hesitantly, she tossed off the duvet cover, and slipped off of the futon, rising on shaky limbs as she heard the faint rustle of footsteps for the second time.
"Who’s here? Why are you in my room?" She demanded, tone shrill, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
