Falling asleep that night was the hardest. Who was that girl and why did she say such things to me?
I should have been upset but I wasn't. My life was boring and then it became complex, I found out the movies we see every day weren't all made-up stories and now that I somehow can't access that life anymore, I sort of miss it and this maid seemed to have some touch with that life and I am going to find out how.
12:00 a.m
This was the time I got out of bed having given up trying to rest my senses. My eyes had fallen on the clock as I did. It was so quiet, I realised this once I was in the passageway. I stared at the paintings on the sides of the wall, they were captivating.
Having gotten downstairs, I remembered the spot at which I had seen her peeking earlier and so I walked towards it–another passageway with doors at the end of it. I wondered which one led to her room.
