PREVIEW
... pitch black—more like gently neglected.
A single glow leaked in from the hallway through a gap in the door, slanting across the floor and dying before it reached the bed.
Samantha sat upright against her pillows, knees bent beneath the covers. The air was cool, which she didn't mind—her arms were bare, the sleeves of her nightie pushed up.
A faint breeze moved in through the slightly open window, lifting the curtain just enough to remind her that the world hadn't ended. < ...
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