Getting inside her bedroom, Caroline growled and threw her bathrobe on the bed. Anger was clearly dripping from her face. She quickly pulled a loose t-shirt and somehow managed to get it on, her cast-wrapped hand resting inside the fabric.
'Moronic entity!'
She cursed, switched off all the lights except the bed light, and picked up her bathrobe to put in the hamper. All she wanted now was a peaceful sleep and a mind without any thoughts about him.
'Crash!'
And a thunderous sound of her window glasses breaking into pieces scared the shit out of her. Crouching near the foot post, she could only think of the man in her living room and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Morpheous!"
The next second, before she could even finish the last syllable of his name, he was inside her room, her door broken and lying flat on the carpet in front of her.
'Were the hinges that weak?'
