Short Story: Shutters

As she felt the ringing of her alarm clock piercing her unconsciousness she slowly arose from her slumber. She sat up, checked the time on her phone sitting on the bedside table. She groaned at having to be up so early and then gave her best bear yawn and raised her arms high as she stretched out the remaining sleep the sandman had sprinkled on her the night before. She flipped the covers off her legs, put each foot in a bed slipper and sluggishly walked towards the windows. Expecting to see her usual view of firmament, she reached for the lever. But when she opened the window she saw darkness and two bright white eyes staring back at her.

– Summer

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