The pink landscape had become quite boring for her. A single, wide window that gaped at the steaming pink spring was starting to get a bit old. The girl, slumping over her neat pastel desk, dropped her eyes to the hard wood. She was exhausted from a day of doing nothing (how it is impossible to be tired and not do anything was beyond her frame of thought). The eternal daylight was her only wake-up call.
Unless she pulled the light switch.
Her small, thin frame buckled with shudders and shivers at the thought of darkness. She knew the beast had its advantage in the twilight. It would be waiting, silently, in the crevices of shadow until an opportunity showed itself. She knew she could not stand against such a force of evil. Though, she was tired - such a crippling exhaustion - she was willing to take the chance.
She eased up slowly from the desk chair, dusty brown skirt grazing the carpet. The girl's blond hair swayed gently in its encasing ponytail with every small baby step toward that forsaken switch that would engulf her small room into darkness.
Her hand hovered over it tentatively, as if rejecting its master's commands. She brought it down, and with a swift "Click" her room tumbled into twilight. She dared not open her eyes. Slowly, slowly, slowly, she turned to face her twin bed. Her ears strained for that telltale dull moan - but it was not there. Not yet.
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