The waves were noisily invading the shore. The cold sea breeze penetrated through the agape huge window, and it made the curtain dance with it. The chirping of the crickets outside occupied her ears. None of those, however, were the reason why Neoma was still awake. The night wasn’t young anymore, but sleep had yet to visit her.
Earlier, Sol had offered again to sleep there with her, but she refused since his advances might ruin her slumber; nevertheless, she still couldn’t sleep a wink.
There was this certain unease while her eyes were closed. She felt observed by a dangerous presence with her inside her bedroom in the beach house. It would never be paranoia; she’s too self-assured to succumb to something like that. It’s just that she confided in her sense
