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Lucy had struggled to sleep as the wind and the rain battered against the glass. A window was open somewhere and she could hear the constant tap-tap of a door down the landing. Lucy’s was a large rambling house which was once an old school but along with the old barn had been converted in the 1980s. She loved that her bedroom was in the back, where she could look out at the little orchard at the bottom of their huge garden. As a child she had been frightened of the shapes made by the old walnut tree, lit by the full moon outside her window. Now she loved it, her fertile imagination entertaining her on such nights as this. The unfastened door was beginning to annoy her, so she crept out of bed and tiptoed down the landing, hoping not to wake her sister, who was a light sleeper. She passed her sister’s bedroom and came to an old door, at the end of the landing where there should have been just a wall. She knew her own house well enough. That door had no right being there, never mind be rattling against its hinge. Her hackles raised, she looked back into the gloominess of her own half-open bedroom escort avcılar door. Lucy paused and rubbed her eyes. The door wasn’t like the varnish-stained ones of the others. It was a biscuit brown, with such defined grain and a heavy, worn look like she knew from the stately homes she visited with her family. With a shiver of expectation she turned the brass handle, which was covered in the scratches of two hundred years or more of use. As she stepped forwards into the blackness beyond she fell. She was immediately plunged into nothingness. She yelped with fear and then found herself falling through a void where there was no light and no sound, save for the beat of her own pulse in her head. A few moments passed and Lucy’s initial fright was replaced by the realisation that she was in the middle of some bizarre dream. Except this wasn’t like any dream she had had before. There was no detached muzziness, no feeling of being a disembodied spectator. This was like real life. The colours and the smells of life impressed upon her in the same way as if she were awake. Lucy wasn’t sure escort bahcesehir how long she had been falling. She expected to find herself in her bed staring at the ceiling. What actually happened was rather different. Feeling slightly dazed, she staggered and her eyesight was at first hazy and then as the focus came back, she found herself being spoken to by a girl in a long beige night dress. She knew it wasn’t her sister. This girl had long mousy hair like her own and her voice was wrong. “What are you doing here! Are you the new girl?” Said the girl. “Who are you? Why are you in my house? Asked Lucy. “Your house? Come back to bed, Miss Haverstone will wale us if she finds us out here.” Lucy was confused but didn’t have the courage to argue and assuming she was still trapped in her lucid dream, followed the girl into a large room, which was dimly lit by the moonlight. There were half a dozen beds arranged into two rows of three against the walls. There was someone asleep in each bed, except one, which had its sheets turned at one corner. A couple of the other residents roused beylikdüzü escort from their slumber, woken by the noise of the two girls entering the dorm. “What’s your name?” Asked the girl, not quite whispering. “It’s Lucy.” “I’m Jennifer. Who’s that and why aren‘t you wearing a proper sleeping shirt?” Asked Jennifer pointing to the picture of Garfield on her short cotton top. “This is what I wear,” said Lucy. “And it‘s Garfield obviously“ Lucy was aware that the girl was about sixteen like herself, but that she was somehow different. She had a certain fragrance, which wasn’t like any soap she had ever known and her night shirt looked like something out of a period drama. It had an odd, lacy collar and pearlescent buttons to half way down. “That’s your bed, but you can share with me tonight if you wish,” said Jennifer. “Hmmm OK, thank you,” said Lucy feeling distinctly excited by the girl in her dream. “I’ve just taken some chocolate from the scullery, it’s the new one by Fry’s!” Said Jennifer, as if it was the best thing since sliced bread. “Lovely!” Said Lucy. “I’ll give you some, but you’ll have to earn it,” said Jennifer. “Earn it how?” Asked Lucy. “Let me see under your night dress.” I’m the head girl and it’s my privilege.” Lucy smiled. After all it was only a dream. She took the hem of her Garfield shirt and pulled it upwards gingerly.
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