Sick Bed
Motionless, she lies, sideways across the bed. She cannot be comfortable, for her neck is angled upwards, her head face down on the radiator next to the bed.
Raising her head to angle an ear to the door, she listens for footsteps in the hall, hard. Hearing none, she resumes her position.
When the sound of footsteps does fall upon her ears, she scurries underneath her blankets and pulls them over her head. When her father enters the room, she pretends to be asleep.
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