She couldn't get to the door. But there were still windows. A renewed surge of hope rains over her as she scrambles towards the nearest one, her hands flailing out to grab the handles. But she was blocked. There was a netted screen over them, she wouldn't be able to get near the window. Her hands slide down the screen, watching a magnificent flash of lightning outside, and then disappearing away with the rumble of thunder. This was the second time.
She couldn't give up now, not after she had a brief glimpse.
She ran from window to window, failing as her fingers met the net screens each time, the handle to the window just an inch away from her finger's grasp. But finally, finally, she found one. An open window, in the most exposed room of the house and she ran towards it, yanking it open, hearing the rush and whistles of the calling wind. It rushed towards her almost in greeting, except the wind was so strong it pushed the windows back shut. She hesitated, and pushed it open again, more this time. And the rain flew in, cold, cold elements washing over her as she sat on the edge of a cushioned seat, smiling widely.
Thunder roared, water trickled and wind howled. And it was too much.
It was drenching the entire house. She looked back on the cushioned seat guiltily. She felt the barest shiver as rainwater dripped down her lips. She had to shut the window. She was either outside with the rain, or inside where it was warm.
She couldn't sit at the border forever.
She shut the window and went back to her room, dark, silent and foreboding. There, she managed to pry open the windows behind the netted screen and watched from behind the screens, at the rain that wouldn't be able to get in.
Lying on the cold marble floor, she watched and listened in the dark until she fell into a dead slumber. As her body fell asleep, it fell asleep in more ways than one. She dreamt about waking up, on her bed, the rain muted to a cautious murmur. Someone had come into the room and was talking to her. But, she couldn't move. She couldn't get up or even speak. She was just so very tired. The person spoke to her again, nudging her, asking her garbled questions. She wanted to respond, or at least to give some sort of sign she was awake, and listening. But she couldn't move except for the barest whisper from her lips. It was exhaustion to try and move her body but somehow she managed to shift her legs just enough that it would fall off the side of the bed, to push her body up in momentum. Her body sways up in effort, and yet her eyes are still closed and she is still not able to say or do anything.
When she awakes, she immediately sits up and looks around. There is no one there, the door is closed, the windows are opened, and it is still raining.
She couldn't give up now, not after she had a brief glimpse.
She ran from window to window, failing as her fingers met the net screens each time, the handle to the window just an inch away from her finger's grasp. But finally, finally, she found one. An open window, in the most exposed room of the house and she ran towards it, yanking it open, hearing the rush and whistles of the calling wind. It rushed towards her almost in greeting, except the wind was so strong it pushed the windows back shut. She hesitated, and pushed it open again, more this time. And the rain flew in, cold, cold elements washing over her as she sat on the edge of a cushioned seat, smiling widely.
Thunder roared, water trickled and wind howled. And it was too much.
It was drenching the entire house. She looked back on the cushioned seat guiltily. She felt the barest shiver as rainwater dripped down her lips. She had to shut the window. She was either outside with the rain, or inside where it was warm.
She shut the window and went back to her room, dark, silent and foreboding. There, she managed to pry open the windows behind the netted screen and watched from behind the screens, at the rain that wouldn't be able to get in.
Lying on the cold marble floor, she watched and listened in the dark until she fell into a dead slumber. As her body fell asleep, it fell asleep in more ways than one. She dreamt about waking up, on her bed, the rain muted to a cautious murmur. Someone had come into the room and was talking to her. But, she couldn't move. She couldn't get up or even speak. She was just so very tired. The person spoke to her again, nudging her, asking her garbled questions. She wanted to respond, or at least to give some sort of sign she was awake, and listening. But she couldn't move except for the barest whisper from her lips. It was exhaustion to try and move her body but somehow she managed to shift her legs just enough that it would fall off the side of the bed, to push her body up in momentum. Her body sways up in effort, and yet her eyes are still closed and she is still not able to say or do anything.
When she awakes, she immediately sits up and looks around. There is no one there, the door is closed, the windows are opened, and it is still raining.
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