by Nicolas Verhoeven

Created on: January 04, 2009

A female with a height of around 5'10" stepped out of a shadowy closet, her long hair resting easily on her comparably frail shoulders. A shade of red could be seen in the ensemble of hair as she quickly and quietly passed by the now closed closet door into the hallway. The new wooden floors made little noise under her size seven feet, she had taken extra precaution in wrapping them twice in thick black socks. She wore an equally dark long sleeved shirt, with a matching pair of pants that stretched down to her ankles, leaving human color disguised by material. She stood for a moment with her head cocked to the side, hoping to hear something. What? Something, something, something.

When satisfied, she literally slid in hopes of keeping secrecy from... Continuing on to a kitchen, well kept and looking cleansed from floor to counters. The popular dark gray marble counters reflected the little light coming in from a window displaying the night outside to the insider. The woman ran her gloved fingers across the smooth surface, and then looked out to the seen back yard with her brown eyes, watching quietly as the wind moved a few branches and surrounding leaves in slight effort to the left of the scene. Her eyes stared on, now glazed over with a far off expression as the internal mill worked hard to comprehend, or justify. Her eyes seemed to soften and then become rigid as her eyebrows wrinkled inwards and her face curved in disgust as she remembered a thing of importance. Her eyes did not stray from the view, straight and narrow, seeing nothing, but the memorable cloud of deep thought and self justification. Her naked lower lip trapped itself behind her model perfect white teeth in a worried biting manner and she broke her look, throwing her gaze at a coffee pot sitting next to a white microwave that had blinked momentarily for some purpose, she was sure, but of no matter to her. The woman gently placed her eyes once more on the nearly unchanged exterior of the window pane and then moved on around the middle piece counter. She stroked the pale light switch as she turned the corner into the hall once more and found herself walking impulsively toward the end of the hallway into the small living room of the apartment. She stood in the door way looking within the room and slowly scanning it for the introductory impression. A smile crept onto her face as she saw the similarity between the apartment holder's blue leather chair and her own at home. Stepping forward she

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