The Girl From The Wardrobe

Chapter Five

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Sun. 14th Dec 2014

San Diego, California

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Felisa can't see. It's too dark. The darkest dark of the darkest dark. She can't see a thing. The dark place doesn't let her to see one.

She can't move. It's too small. The smallest small of the smallest small. She can't do a movement. The small space doesn't let her to do one.

She can't breathe. The dark place is getting darker, darker and darker. She can't breathe. The small space is getting smaller, smaller and smaller. She can't breathe. She can't breathe. She can't breathe any longer.

Felisa woke up from her inauspicious, sinister dream. She held half of her body up from lying. She was flustered. She breathed spasmodically like there was a viscid entity that stuck her lungs.

The dream wasn't strange for her. She'd been dreaming it every night in her slumber. And that was pretty off-the-wall, which made it outlandishly strange in one way.

The lights were still on. She couldn't sleep without them like a kid afraid of dusk. She'd also never fastened the doors, so as the windows. She always wanted to make sure they weren't locked. She was abnormally daunted being inside a closed room, and predominantly inside a narrow area.

She was a claustrophobic. That was likewise why her bedroom was necessarily spacious.

A twist of wind trespassed the unenclosed windows, making the curtains flung. As the it went down, a butterfly, in a blink of an eye, was brought to light.

It was black, blacker than the normal. It was big, bigger than the usual. It was flying gracefully, approaching the invisible course in the air toward her.

She spreaded her fingers, and it gradually alighted upon it.

"It's beautiful," she uttered under her breath, enchanted by how the black butterfly flouresced splendidly despite the luminosity of her room. Even the dark could shine against the light.

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He thudded the door.

"Felisa?" Nathaniel called, "Are you awake?"

She opened her eyes serenely, and then she rose up from her comfy lair. She felt so grand like she slept enough.

The butterfly.

It was the first thing that came up into her mind. But she just neglected the thought and proceeded to the door, light-footed.

"Good morning, Nate." Felisa greeted, just before she got taken aback by seeing her brother. Topless. Half-naked. Breathtakingly hot.

"Good morning," he greeted back. There was a ghost of smile playing on his lips.

She got frozen on her feet, but she felt uncomfortably warm like she was swimming in a pool of lava.

Why does he need to be so temptingly hot?

She gasped privately. She shook her head.

"Sorry if I come here in such a mess," he apologised.

Nathaniel had a towel on his hand, and he leisurely mopped the moisture of glands over his forehead by it.

What is he talking about? Is that a mess? If that's a mess then I rather choose to live in a mess forever?

She breathed in between her excessive breathings. She shook her head.

"Oh, I see," mumbled Felisa. That was all she could manage. Her thoughts were in chaos. Her mind was in higgledy-piggledy.