During the nocturnal lull of our group's inactivity, I tossed and turned on the bed. In my ears, a clicking sound kept playing repeatedly, as though forced on a loop.
I flung my eyelids open, staring at the wooden ceiling like someone possessed. I slept amidst the other women at the side of the bed. My body felt warm yet chilly; the fire was slowly dying out.
The others didn't seem to notice. I shifted my eyes across the ceiling until my weary gaze fell on the door. To my surprise, someone quietly opened it and sneaked out. I watched him slyly leave; from the vague glimpses I caught of his appearance, he was one of us.
The door shut without a sound, and the others remained submerged in peaceful sleep.
Intrigued, I stealthily tried to investigate, tiptoeing over my sleeping comrades. The door swung open, and I slipped out without a peep. Wasting no time, I searched for his footprints in the snow, my jewelry and hair dancing in the swaying winds.
