THE BLINDING OBSESSION

The Bloodless Halloween....or is it??!!

PLOT READING POV

8AM

For a undiscovered experienced nightmare, it awoke Mikaela.

Her little hands shooken to a time that she was powerless to stop herself.

The sky was just getting up too in being purely daylight, and by surprised; she was up first before her mother.

She heard distant mumbling moans coming from across the hall, and when she went out into the hall she seen that both her doors were shut.

That wasn't like her!

She'd not close her doors unless of getting dressed from a wash.

Hugging into the wooden door with her ear against it she listened.. the sounds were loud.
She wasn't taking the patiency on having those noises go on and she knocked, adding "Mummy? What's happening?" Yet they still continued.

Her arm lifts for the handle and twists it how she could. It opened and creeks wide. She saw her struggling parent moving a lot with her eyes closed, so she was sleeping -- a bad dream of her own, perhaps??

Mikaela sends a slight tilting movement with her head on that. She goes to her side of the room to eye her lead on her hip that she just rolled onto now!
So many grumble no's that escapes her lips.

Mikaela puts the matters into her own hands, climbing onto the bed and pushing to wake her up but she was too sucked into the nightmare slot to awaken with basic actions. Pushes is not a great solution to work out for heavy sleeping times!

MIKAELA'S POV

Such worryings made me try harder with my young strength for my right age. I disregard on shouting to wake up Mummy, changed to do an other thing..; I sloped myself off back onto the room's floor and gone straight for the curtain.

Was about to open them up all the way to blend on her eyes which should get her to awake, and then beeps scarred the mute line of my ears. It was her alarm going off.

Fascinated that her eyes shot open to show her Turquoise glisting pupils. It smiled out of gratefulness... grateful that she's awake!

I hop like some froggy back a foot so she had some space to sit upright and stop the ringing that's wrecking the mornings peace moments.

I see her extend a grip to the alarm, then...all was deaf play, except for crowding tweets outside from the creatures that fly with wings around in the sky and a lot of time; Just sit on the tree arms! Or branches; as she, my mother calls them!

"Morning, Cherry Bun." She yawned to me, and follows a wide out stretch - something she's told me that's very important to growth in tallness while aging to 16 to the least. 21 to the most.

She asked why I was in here at this time of the morning? And I just don't mess about! Telling her that "You were making off noises while the sleeping world." - "So I came in to accompany you."

Just when I explain myself of acting to being in her room. The doorbell went.

Can't lie on the excuse that it made me skyrocket a height more than my own into the air.
I think Mummy seen it too, bc she giggles at me, covering her mouth.

"What, Mummy??" I asked her within the condition to feeling embarrassed that a bell which has been in my home for close to; a year nearly, and I jump to it's rustle everytime to rings!