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Inklight

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Inklight

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I knew I should've never hid in the museum, but I had heard the strangest of rumors, so I did it anyway. The guard was old and smelled like minty mothballs when I sniffed his backside collar. His eyes looked hazy so I knew he would not see me dressed in burgundy velvet curtains, hiding near the wall. What weird spring inside my brain sprung out of place this evening only the whisperers that gnaw and chatter inside my bedroom walls at night would tell me when I asked them later.

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I had to bite my fingers when I heard the footsteps stepping closest to where I stood in hiding. The nervous tension wriggled like a nest full of tent caterpillars that work their stomach tickles when Beauty sees me staring. I waited quietly. The lights went out. A door locked. Tiny pops and snappings settled floors and frames. What a peaceful place ... all beige light bathed and tranquil, free from all those things that hate me.

I peeked from behind my standing place for clearing coasts and keepers, when "Phluut" ... an airy escape of pressure sounded round a corner and little giggles were hushed up unsuccessfully. "Phleet, eek, hissssssssss" ... "hehehee" laughter sprayed out from lips hard pressed together and it made me smile, near bursting, but I put a hand to hide it from my thinking someone looking might surely see it show. …

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