[ anne has never been a particularly heavy sleeper -- not when her imagination likes to run away with her at every new sound in the night. therefore, when a rustle wakes her in the middle of the night? well...her mind starts a-churning. a burglar? did luceti have those?
cautiously, she creeps out from her bed and reaches for a very heavy, hard-covered tome of poetry. as good a weapon as any other, given the circumstances.
she tip-toes out of her room and into the hall -- a would-be hero in a flowery nightgown. ]
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cautiously, she creeps out from her bed and reaches for a very heavy, hard-covered tome of poetry. as good a weapon as any other, given the circumstances.
she tip-toes out of her room and into the hall -- a would-be hero in a flowery nightgown. ]