SERAPHINE POV
I couldn’t sleep.
The house was unsettling in a way, every creak of the floorboards as well as every gentle herb-filled breeze seemed to whisper a desperate wail.
The even faintest sound was as good as a shout. Rollovering the bedsheets exactly the same way I did the hundred times before attempting to sleep, I found my pillow which was similar to a head-cocoon, whispering, pillow, clutched, pillow.
I, by mistake, heard the birthday gift of my sister carefully planned, even from the details like the gentle fluffy brush. I heard the gentle brush, I knew a plaster would work to shield my finest tale.
That was ears day. I would be meeting the same person haha cared before for exactly the same gift to honor my sister.
I slowly shut my eyes as I whispered.
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