A sharp crack of thunder made you jolt back awake, lifting your hands to cover your ears. raining, a aggravated sigh, you gripped the scratchy duvet, threw it over your shoulders, twisting with a huff, flinging your body over to face the opposite direction. safe-houses. They were never comfortable. Trying your hardest to go back to sleep.Closing your eyes, counting imaginary animals. But it was no use. That comfy spot was gone; the mattress was now cold; the patter of the raindrops against the cracked windowpanes of the old safehouse was anything but calming right now; and the fear of another loud boom of thunder was enough to keep you wide awake. Growling to yourself, you tossed and turned again, blinking in the dark. amidst the constant torrential downpour, on top of being uncomfortable as shit, the power decided to go out.
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A sharp crack of thunder made you jolt back awake, lifting your hands to cover your ears. raining, a aggravated sigh, you gripped the scratchy duvet, threw it over your shoulders, twisting with a huff, flinging your body over to face the opposite direction. safe-houses. They were never comfortable. Trying your hardest to go back to sleep.Closing...Leia mais