[LENA]
"Wait!" Philippe whispered, pulling me back.
A palace guard was patrolling the corridor I was about to walk into.
"Oh!" I squeaked.
"Shh!"
We pressed ourselves flat against the wall and waited for the guard to pass by.
"Okay, it's clear. Let's go."
Philippe grabbed my hand and we half-sneaked, half-ran, through the empty corridor until we finally made it to an exit that led out to the palace gardens. But just as we stepped out through the door, Philippe suddenly froze. I also froze.
A sound of soft snoring came from our left. We carefully turned to look and saw that a guard was standing just a few feet from us, leaning against the wall. But his eyes were closed. He was sleeping. How he managed to sleep while on his feet would always be a mystery to me.
