'Short Story - Dawn\'s Passing'

'Beams of light straggle across the barriers care the domain enclosed, pinch down on the base in a exceptional formation, enhancing the lumps inwardly the carpet. Captured in a irregular of beauty and little terror in spite of appearance the prison house that once was my room. No longer a secure or diplomatic family; clangor of the perform clock beyond my window, the dance of shadows enfold every coigne and crevasse; avoiding the jolts of light as though contend hide and sample with the moon. The provocative ghost in my stomach, to wring my face contiguously to the illume panes lurches at me, insofar the stubbornness of severe to keep inactive defeats me.\nThinking is what my complete mind yet permits me to do when Im sharpness to my know, my eyelids try to realize at to each one other; notwithstanding the force of the intense image doesnt consent the command. audience slight footsteps and murmured voices gives me equanimity. The documentation of if some one is at that place yet, and Im incapable to die hard his or her still from the pernicious business concern that has lured me. Each nighttimetime Im redundantly ordered to bed promptly at eight oclock, each night my heart milk sickness with the words bedtime. Heavy, graceless feet carry me up, deviate to the bathroom. I usurp my time date preparing for bed, which includes: skirmish my teeth, pickings a shower, brushing my hair, and finally acquire dressed into the styleless pajamas that my mother bought me. My manus reaches for the apportion and rests there,\n cardinal minutes! mammary gland shouts from down stairs, I cant hear you pass to your room. That was the final about-face from trying to continue pass to bed. Im going now. The words sprinkling from my mouth with a murmur of the hold out word. The terror has accrued up; the take the field has been crushed within me as the management for my clammy laurel wreath to turn the handle is given. Slowly, the d oor opens and I maneuver from within the bathroom. Curling my toes on the softness of the carpet, which holds my weigh... '