Sleepless: Chapter Six

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Margo awoke with a start from what must have been a nightmare, sitting up in bed to a pitch-black room and a quiet house.

It was wonderfully warm under her blankets, but the rest of her room was stagnant steel-blue cold. Wind swept past her window, howling softly in the night.

Her nightlight had fallen out again, she surmised, swinging her legs out of bed. The floor was further down than she remembered it being, and was cold beneath her feet, but nothing she hadn’t felt before. She slid her feet forward with practiced ease. The dresser was three steps forward from he—

Margo was startled as she ran into something. Her face twisted, reaching out and feeling some kind of chair in front of her. It rolled when she pushed it. She didn’t have a chair that rolled when you pushed it.

Confused, she still put her hands on the arm of the chair and walked slowly around to the other side of it, turning and shuffling forward again. Maybe her parents or someone on the ARNEN staff had left it there for some reason.