At night, Amanda Smith had a bit of dinner before lying down to rest on the hospital bed.
In the middle of her sleep, she suddenly awoke.
With her eyes closed, she could distinctly feel someone watching her from her side.
At first, she thought it was Samuel Johnson, but she quickly dismissed the thought.
If it were Samuel, the gaze he cast upon her would surely be intense and persistent, not the calm and frivolous one she felt now.
The room was very quiet, and she could distinctly hear another person's breathing, which further convinced her there was a second person in the room.
Not a nurse, not Samuel, then who could it be?
Her heartbeat accelerated, and this unknown terror was particularly nerve-wracking. Just as she was about to open her eyes, the person beside her "putt" out a laugh.
It was a clear, bright female voice; familiar and vivid. Amanda Smith opened her eyes and saw a black shadow sitting on the windowsill, swinging her legs and smiling at her.