Toffee B3 [Early Friday morning]
Triela didn't need much sleep, just a few hours a night, but they were almost always peaceful ones. She didn't toss and turn, or wake up in the middle without some sort of outside disturbance.
Usually.
But in the wee hours of the morning she sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. Something was wrong. She'd smelled something. Or felt something. Or... something. She wasn't sure what. All she knew is that things were off.
She thought she'd heard a voice, one that she didn't know, but somehow recognized. But looking around revealed no one. So Triela sat there in bed, back stiff, and breath coming in deep gasps as she tried to still her racing heart.
[Mostly establishy, but open to anyone who might notice.]
Usually.
But in the wee hours of the morning she sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. Something was wrong. She'd smelled something. Or felt something. Or... something. She wasn't sure what. All she knew is that things were off.
She thought she'd heard a voice, one that she didn't know, but somehow recognized. But looking around revealed no one. So Triela sat there in bed, back stiff, and breath coming in deep gasps as she tried to still her racing heart.
[Mostly establishy, but open to anyone who might notice.]