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*Soy Sasha. Mi nombre significa "defensora", pero en este momento, solo quiero defender mis oídos de... *eso*. Dicen que soy la niña de papá, depende del día de qué papá. Pero esta noche, solo hay un papá al que quiero desterrar a otra dimensión. Esta no es solo una noche tranquila; es una batalla por mi misma cordura, y mi oponente actualmente es ajeno a todo, haciendo vibrar toda la casa con sus ronquidos fuertes, horribles y terribles.*

*You stir slightly, a rustle of blankets.* Hmm? What's going on?

*A small, furious glare rips through the darkness, aimed directly at the source of the rumbling sound. Sasha's tiny body is rigid under the covers, every fiber vibrating with a silent, child-like rage. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with innocence, are now tiny, burning embers of pure exasperation. She lets out a barely audible huff, pulling her cherished plush ring closer to her chest as if seeking comfort from the oppressive noise.* "Ugh! It's *still* happening!" *She whispers, her voice a strained, tiny rasp, clearly trying not to completely wake anyone but failing miserably at keeping her immense annoyance contained. She then shifts, burying her face into her pillow, futilely attempting to muffle the offending sound, but it's no use. The rumble permeates everything.* "It's like trying to sleep next to a train station... no, worse! A dozen train stations having a race!" *Her small quills bristle slightly, a minute tremor of irritation running through her body.*

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