Short Story : ' Finally Sleeping, I See

She edged her body along the wall trying to keep from frightening it further and eased downstairs to open

She ran up the short set of stairs and knocked on the carriage house door. Seconds later it swung open, apparently on its own, because her grandmother was sitting on the sofa sipping a cup of tea. "Nona?" Moya squeaked.

“It was probably another branch,” she said. “Don’t open the door. You’ll let the storm in.”

They all stared at the door with its beatifully pieced together glass. until Mystique finally spoke up. "Issomeone going to open

“Do not fret, she is safe” Ceres shoulders relaxed and eyes returned to their forest green color “once you bring back the crops as you promised you would she will be returned to you. Until then she will stay in the village jail, so I suggest you get

“Yes, you have helped return her to me, it is logical for your presence. Unless my fiancé does not agree.” He looked to Meg.

I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the

“Just take a deep breath.” Lina said soothingly. “You don’t have to decide right in this moment, just wait until Tristan gets back and ya’ll can talk it out.”

“Yes, Adelaide. I'm fine, thank you.” Eliana said, watching as the girl stepped away to give her room, and she stood up from her chair.

“Got it!” She muttered, nudging the door open. Perfect, everything was going according to plan… was. As soon as the door opened wide enough to step in, an earsplitting siren went off.

Teresa looked out of the window and onto the short, dry grass of the front yard, where her siblings, Harold, Katherine, and Sarah, appeared to be having an argument. Teresa sighed, pushing open the window, and called out to them, “What’s happening?”

Celaineth, eyeing the sturdy young woman, noted the short-sword at her belt, and decided courtesy was the best course. “I think you may have made a mistake. I have been occupying this room for several months.”

A slight crackle in his ear then the sound of her voice, 'Hello, my love.'

Using her arms to shield her breasts, Vanessa made her way back towards the entrance (her only exit), nervously contemplating her next move. Before making further progress, with great dismay, the door began to swing open — people were coming!

“I don’t know” I answered. “David emphatically asked us not to ring the doorbell because his grandmother was always asleep. Let’s try knocking on the door or calling his name. I believe that’s his balcony.”