Molly Maple woke from a dream of lightening and fast moving cars with a start. A jump. Heart beating and breathing a little gasp. Had there been a noise?
What was that that woke her up? A... what?
She stared into the dark, hunched upright now, and tried not to move. One muscle. Was it watching her, that shape over there? Lurking so densely on the chair?
No, it was just her pea coat humped in a lump.
An eye! an eye in the dark! gleaming...oh. Just the sequins on her Elvis cape.
Wait! She strained her ears with all her might to listen:
a singular twisting as of metal turning within metal. Yes, that was it.
Was that it?
She leaned back, slowlyslowly, and stared at the random light pattern on the ceiling.
Tempted to hide under the covers, but now getting so drowssssszzzzzzy....
Listening still..
She closed her eyes.
Opened!
Closed.
Asleep.
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