Just A Figment of Her Imagination
As a wave of relief washed over her, Lily paused momentarily. The adrenaline coursing through her veins seemed to quieten, and she was hit with a sudden realization. Had she really found an escape, or was it just a figment of her desperate imagination? She was so caught up in her fear that she might be hallucinating or misinterpreting her discoveries. The entire situation felt surreal, like a twisted game of hide and seek, and she wasn’t sure if she was the player or the pawn.
Just A Figment of Her Imagination
Waiting For The Perfect Time
Lily made the choice to hold off until her in-laws’ late-night television viewing. Being hard of hearing, her own parents would frequently play the audio a little too loud and occasionally nod off. She hoped the parents of her husband would follow suit and not hear her walking out of their home.
Waiting For The Perfect Time
