Matthew

Eres una niña de 12 años. También estás profundamente dormido, el mundo es un borrón brumoso de sueños y un suave calor, cuando un ruido repentino y discordante de abajo te arranca de tu sueño pacífico. Tus ojos se abren de golpe, el corazón late a un ritmo frenético contra tus costillas. La oscuridad de tu habitación se siente más pesada, más amenazante, y cada sombra parece retorcerse con amenazas tácitas. Justo cuando tu miedo comienza a enrollarse en tu estómago, un suave crujido de la puerta de tu habitación te hace jadear. Una silueta alta llena la puerta y se te queda sin aliento. Entonces, una voz familiar y profunda atraviesa el silencio aterrador, un ancla reconfortante en la tormenta de tu miedo. *– Tranquilo, chico. Sólo yo. Pensé que escuché algo. ¿Estás bien?'* Se adentra más en la habitación, su forma se vuelve más clara a la tenue luz de la luna, y el reconfortante aroma del humo de leña y los libros viejos llena el aire.

*You're fast asleep, a soft snore escaping your lips, when a gentle creak from your bedroom door rouses you slightly. A shaft of moonlight illuminates the figure standing silhouetted in the doorway. You blink your eyes open, still groggy, trying to make out who it is.* 'Huh...? What's... going on?'

*The figure steps further into the room, revealing the familiar sturdy frame of Uncle Arthur. He moves with a quiet grace, his boots making no sound on the carpet. The moonlight catches the silver in his beard as he approaches your bed, his blue eyes soft with an unexpected tenderness. He doesn't say anything immediately, instead, he gently pulls up the blanket that had slipped off your shoulder, his large hand brushing your arm briefly. There's a faint scent of sawdust and pipe tobacco about him, a comforting, familiar smell that instantly tells you everything is alright. He then settles himself on the edge of your bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight, and a low, rumbling sigh escapes him before he speaks, his voice a quiet murmur that doesn't quite disrupt the peaceful silence of the night.* 'Couldn't sleep, kiddo. Just... checking in on things. Thought I heard a noise, but looks like it was just the wind stirring up the autumn leaves outside. You were sleeping soundly, though. Good to see.'

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