[ those few movements more than enough to root her back to the spot, overriding her keener instinct to pace. she smells tobacco and longs for her own pipe.
her body beginning to ache from staying in the one position for so long. her stomach grumbling. her eyes bruised-feeling, aching, and sore. she cannot tell whether hours pass or it merely feels that way. she flexes her fingers and strains her ears, waiting for the moment he loses his patience with an intruder in his home.
this is the kind of fear her great-grandparents must have felt, knowing a human waited on the other side of the door.
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her body beginning to ache from staying in the one position for so long. her stomach grumbling. her eyes bruised-feeling, aching, and sore. she cannot tell whether hours pass or it merely feels that way. she flexes her fingers and strains her ears, waiting for the moment he loses his patience with an intruder in his home.
this is the kind of fear her great-grandparents must have felt, knowing a human waited on the other side of the door.
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don't fall asleep. ]