How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams." —Bram Stoker
☰ Pacing back and forth, she didn’t know what she was doing or thinking but obviously it involved her freaking out to her friend, Taemin. Knocking repeatedly on his hotel room door she squirmed and bounced on the spot, “Open up you weird little man! I have a… a situation!” Her hand flew to her lips and covered her mouth, “My voice, oh god, I have her voice too.”
Within the confines of the hotel suite, the seemingly so young man groan softly and turned over onto his side; his eyelashes casting shade against pallid skin in the light of the bed illuminations. But it was not long, even so, before he rolled off the bed, breathing an irritated sigh as he ventured towards the door with lazy steps and a mess of hair. “Wrong room,” he said right up, as he opened the door, briefly glancing upon the girl he saw, before going to slam the door closed anew.