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It was some time later in the night when Lacey was awakened by a strange sound. She is not sure what it was that woke her up. So she sits up and looks around in the semi darkness of the room to try to locate the sound of the disturbance.
There is no sound of any kind at the moment, which confuses her. The room is completely quiet except for the slow, even breathing and the light snoring of her family. Nothing around the room appears to be out of place. Both of the children are still in the bed beside of hers and both of them are still sleeping soundly beside each other.
Lacey feels the heavy weight of Andy's arm across her waist as he lays behind her with his body pressed tightly to hers. He is where he has been for all of the night, sleeping next to her. His even breathing sounds in her ear and she takes comf
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Lacey angrily moves over to the chipped green door, her stomping steps pounding out a tempo in the silence of the room, and she pulls the door open with unneccesary force, letting the frigid cold air into the room as it rushes past her. The blast of cold takes her breath but it does not manage to cool down her white hot anger that is balzing like a wild inferno inside of her. She shivers as the freezing wind blows under her dress to swirl around her legs. Grabbing her coat from it's spot on top of her travel bag where it sits on the floor beside of the door, she angrily shoves her arms into the think flece garment and pulls it up onto her shoulders. “Lace, darling, please just come back in here so that we can talk about this. I honestly think that it will all be okay. Whoever it was that was out th
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“Oh! Um, yeah, hello.” Lacey gives the older man a small, awkward wave before she cringes at the absurdity of it. Why the heck did she just wave at him like that? She has to remind herself not to be awkward. She attributes her weirdness to the late hour and the lack of proper sleep. “Um, I'm sorry. I was-” Get it together Lacey! she cautions herself as she pauses to take a deep calming breath to get her thoughts in order. It is the middle of the night and this man more than likely is not looking for some insane woman to ramble at him. He is probably just as tired as she is. Lacey gets her thoughts in order before she speaks again. “Hi. My name is Lacey Williamson and I am staying in the room next door with my husband Andy and our two children. Just a few moments ago someth
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