UNEDITED ⚠️⚠️⚠️
CLARA
I have to leave for work early today, but I want to have a discussion with Lyra. I haven’t been able to have a chat with her because I am mostly at Damien’s and the few times I am not, she is usually home late.
Knocking on her door, I pushed the door open and walked in. The room was dark, but not pitch black. The little lamp beside her bed illuminated her form.
“Lyra?” I called out, praying I didn’t trip over her shoe or something. “Lyra?” I called out again, wondering if I should just turn on the lights. “Are you awake?”
“Clearly not.” She grumbled into the pillow.
She is now. Blindly reaching for the wall switch, I slapped it on and the room brightened instantly. Lyra groaned with disapproval into her pillow and I almost chuckled.
“Someone better be dying.”
