For goodness sake, what is the matter with me. Get to grips. She sat up careful not to make a sound. Not that she worried somebody might hear her. There was nobody here besides herself, right ? But concerned she would loose the direction the noise came from, not that she was exactly sure. She should have kept her tracksuit on and her shoes, She might be able to climb out of the window. She had spotted earlier that there was a small sloping roof right underneath. Why she wanted to stay right on the top floor, she did not remember.
Fancy hearing more, or do you want to finish this story?
Elisabeth Marrion 