A light tapping woke me up. I opened my eyes groggily and checked the time. It was barely 4:00 a.m.
I stumbled to the door and opened it. Mauve barged in like the whirlwind she was.
“Come on,” she said in an excited whisper. She moved to my closet and rifled through it, throwing me a dark hoodie, my jeans, and tennis shoes.
“What?” I asked, confused. “What are you doing?”
“What are we doing,” she corrected. “Hurry up and put this on!”
I did what she said, my brain still too foggy to focus on understanding. Mauve moved to my bathroom.
“Clara, where do you keep…” She trailed off.
After a few moments of silence, my heart dropped to my toes. I rushed to the door and saw her staring up at my mixture of plants above the medicine cabinet. More specifically, at one plant. The red moonflower
