"Hey. Hey!" She shouted louder.
Then she heard a faint snoring sound, and saw his chest move slowly up and down.
She stared down at him with a look of some disapproval.
"... Idiot", she sighed and shook her head.
"Just as useless as ever I see." She straightened up and looked out the window again. In the distance, she could hear the large twin clock towers start their chime towards noon.
She took a deep breath and let it out. Pulling up a crate next to the armchair, she sat down and watched the sleeping figure.
"...I guess, I’m just a big idiot too", she mumbled to herself.
In the cold stuffy room, she shivered slightly, but ignored it, sitting and watching the chest rise and fall. It was almost hypnotic, the only moving part of the still figure in front of her. She yawned and stretched her arms as her eyelids became heavy. As she leaned her head against the wall, she could felt herself drifting off into a gentle slumber.
In a gloomy side alley, Thomas’ hand wavered over the handle on the door to the hidden building. His senses were on edge, fearing what would happen when he opened it. His mind was screaming at him to run, and he could feel his body tensing. The adrenaline was building up and he had to make a choice between fight or flight. He took a deep breath and pushed the door all the way through with an extravagant gesture and took a step inside.
It took him a while to adjust to the sudden gloom, but as he stared around, all he saw was, a hallway. There was no one else there. He blinked once or twice in confusion. He was sure he had heard voice from the door outside.
He turned around just to make sure that he had entered the right place. The alley was still there, illuminated by a small sickly kind of light, but still brighter than the building he was in.
He stood there for a while, not knowing what to do. No more noises seem to come from inside. Ah well, since he was in here anyway he might as well take a look around.
Reaffirming his grip on the bucket and mop, he closed the door behind him with his foot. It made a small clicking noise behind him as it closed, and the light from outside was shut off.
He peered around in the gloom and took in the details of the room. He had taught himself to see well in the dark, though he always been good at it, even when he was younger. The hallway was narrow, almost no bigger than the door he had come in by. It was made of bare
Then she heard a faint snoring sound, and saw his chest move slowly up and down.
She stared down at him with a look of some disapproval.
"... Idiot", she sighed and shook her head.
"Just as useless as ever I see." She straightened up and looked out the window again. In the distance, she could hear the large twin clock towers start their chime towards noon.
She took a deep breath and let it out. Pulling up a crate next to the armchair, she sat down and watched the sleeping figure.
"...I guess, I’m just a big idiot too", she mumbled to herself.
In the cold stuffy room, she shivered slightly, but ignored it, sitting and watching the chest rise and fall. It was almost hypnotic, the only moving part of the still figure in front of her. She yawned and stretched her arms as her eyelids became heavy. As she leaned her head against the wall, she could felt herself drifting off into a gentle slumber.
In a gloomy side alley, Thomas’ hand wavered over the handle on the door to the hidden building. His senses were on edge, fearing what would happen when he opened it. His mind was screaming at him to run, and he could feel his body tensing. The adrenaline was building up and he had to make a choice between fight or flight. He took a deep breath and pushed the door all the way through with an extravagant gesture and took a step inside.
It took him a while to adjust to the sudden gloom, but as he stared around, all he saw was, a hallway. There was no one else there. He blinked once or twice in confusion. He was sure he had heard voice from the door outside.
He turned around just to make sure that he had entered the right place. The alley was still there, illuminated by a small sickly kind of light, but still brighter than the building he was in.
He stood there for a while, not knowing what to do. No more noises seem to come from inside. Ah well, since he was in here anyway he might as well take a look around.
Reaffirming his grip on the bucket and mop, he closed the door behind him with his foot. It made a small clicking noise behind him as it closed, and the light from outside was shut off.
He peered around in the gloom and took in the details of the room. He had taught himself to see well in the dark, though he always been good at it, even when he was younger. The hallway was narrow, almost no bigger than the door he had come in by. It was made of bare
