Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound of the door came in a soft way, yet persistent. Like someone trying to wake a baby without actually wanting to succeed.
Mira's eyes snapped open as her body went right under the sheets.
She had been awake for a couple of hours anyway, just staring at the ceiling and wondering if what happened yesterday had actually happened or if it were all some sort of dream that her brain had managed to conjure.
She was still very much enraged about it all, but much more confused. Because she had so many questions that needed answers, yet Lucas had only been dropping them vaguely.
At this point, she still couldn't understand anything even though Lucas was sure that she did.
Should she just come out and say she was just inhabiting this body? But then wouldn't that land her in a psychiatric hospital nonetheless?
The knock sounded again and insistent this time, before she remembered that there was still someone at the door.
