Lana tiptoed quietly along the hallway, staying to the edge of the wooden floot as much as she could to avoid the creaks that would come naturally from the long wooden planks. She was in her pajamas, and was sneaking about in the dark. In her hands was a pillow, not hers, but something that she got from the guest room.
The hallway was dark, save for a couple of dimly lit lights that were there for safety purposes. Lana shivered slightly as a quiet breeze wafted through. She felt her hair stand on end for some reason, but she brushed off any fear, knowing that it was a natural reaction from the ultra-low frequency that her body felt when the wind blew through.
She continued creeping along, holding the pillow close to her. It was going to be an ambush on Clara, her sister, whose bed room was on the other end of the hallway. They had been at this on and off for a year now, and the last time they were at it, it had been a few months ago. There was a truce of some sort that they agreed upon, but since time had passed, it felt right to restart the friendly wars again.
Lana continued creeping forward, gaining more ground quietly. Soon she was at the door, and she quietly turned the knob and pushed the door open. It creaked slightly, and she held her breath---there was no reaction. Pleased with the element of surprise she had, Lana quietly tiptoed into the room.
A soft pillow thwacked at her straight in her face, stunning her and lifting her off her feet, dropping her on to her butt on the ground. Stunned, Lana blinked her eyes in discomfort as the lights came on in the room, and Clara grinned at her impishly.
``Thought you could get the upper hand, eh?''
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 08-Apr-2014 21:53:56)
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