He lay on the thin mattress, his back feeling every bump on the uneven floor. His heart pounded in a frenetic rhythm as he tried to clamp down on the uneasiness that spread like a stain from his belly.
This cannot be happening to me, shrieked his brain, sounding like a drawn out wail on a cliff top. The panic grabbed his heart as he heard footsteps pounding up the stairs, faster and faster bringing his doom upon him.
He willed the door not to open, half knowing that it was flimsy protection at best. His intuition did not fail him as the door slammed open letting the sunlight flood through.
“Yes” she said.
Peace returned.
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