However, she just lay quietly on the bed, listening to the ticking clock, unable to snap out of it for quite some time.
Alright, she decided that if he hadn't come back by the time she silently counted to 50, she would lock the door from the inside, turn off the lights, and let him sleep in the guest room. He'd only been nice to her for a few days, and now his bad temper was showing.
She counted from one to fifty, but he didn't return. She thought, maybe she counted too fast, way too fast... indeed too fast...
So, she comforted herself by counting again, 1, 2, 3... 50...
The door remained motionless. Finally, the girl got annoyed, jumped out of bed to close and lock the door, shut the windows, and turned off the wall lamps.
Sleep—
In her dazed state, she didn't know how much time had passed, pondering over this vexing issue in the darkness.
Suddenly, she heard a dull thud at the door, which someone had forcefully opened.
