The Darkest Hour
"Why don't you just go away ?!" Ye Rim grunted, not wanting to open her eyes as her hand reached the silver rosary wrapped around the headboard. Still half asleep, half awake, she sat with the relic curled in her fingers. "Honestly, I was trying to sleep here. Damn it!"
Rubbing her hair with dismay, she turned on the light by the bed. The damn "Big Mouth Monster" had appeared again in her dreams; and as always, the only thing she could do was wake up. It wasn't as if she remembered the dream, just knew that 'he' was coming and would appear soon… So as Ye Rim had been doing since she was a child, she thought about the rosary that her father's sister had given her, and woke up.
The room was cold_ in a specially humid and displeasing type of coldness_ and Ye Rim thought about turning on the heater, but the singer also thought it was good to save money and it wasn't so cold that another blanket didn't do the trick.