"Okay coffee break," she whispered softly to herself. Pulling off her headphones she shut her computer very softly, squeezing her eyes shut when she thought it made too much of a sound. Lifting her cramped fingers to the covers over her head, she pulled it away from herself and breathed in deeply, the soft cool air pushed over her flushed cheeks and sweaty face. Under the blankets it was stuffy and humid but feeling the cool night air rush over her felt the same as drinking an ice cold pop on a hot summer's day. Stretching her body out, Honey suppressed a yawn with difficulty, placing both hands to her lower back she stretched out and was horrified at the crack sound.
Very slowly turning to the side of her bed she slipped her legs out from under her covers and stepped into her alpaca bed slippers. With a quick turn of her head to the direction of her roommate, who was motionless under a pile of blankets, she stood up and softly tiptoed to the door of her room. Placing a hand on the cool metal doorknob she gently pulled open a small enough crack to slip through. Closing the door softly behind her she swallowed a lump of anxiety in her throat thankful for no loud noises.
The big mansion did feel like home, more than that even, it felt right and real. Once she made it to the second floor, Honey eased up on her silent shallow breathing and stretched out with a much exaggerated yawn. She felt like a rubber band that was being pulled; tight and breakable. With mouse-like steps she made her quiet way to the kitchen but froze suddenly.
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