The area next to her bed is hidden from the light coming in the window, leaving it an inky black. She lowers her head a bit closer thinking that she might as well be staring into an abyss. Her head snaps back quickly as she thinks she sees something stir just under her bed. Kim holds her breath for what feels like an eternity, watching for more movement, but sees nothing. Finally, with her courage and curiosity returning she lowers her head again. Still, she sees nothing, so she leans all the way over, hanging upside down over the edge of her bed to look underneath it. She's impeded momentarily as her night shirt drops, covering her face. She hurridly pulls it out of the way with one hand as the other hand supports her weight from the floor. Her view restored, she sees nothing except the dimly lit wall on the other side of the bed, and the tennis shoe she was wondering about yesterday.
She lifts herself, sitting upright on the bed, cursing her stupid over active imagination as she smooths her night shirt back down. She sighs as she shifts back in the bed again to lay down and reaches to pull the covers back over her. As she does however her hand falls onto something cool, smooth, and scaly. Her heart leaps into her throat, **** out her shriek as she jumps from her bed. Kim unfortunately does not get far, finding her legs tangles with the bed sheets, and sending her crashing to the bedroom floor.
She lies there in a heap, dazed from the impact as she feels something cool and scaly creeping along her leg, towords her body. Kims skreeches, rolling onto her back and scooting backwards across the floor, her hands groping in the darkness for something to throw at her scaly intruder.
Her back finally finds the wall, and she stops, still staring into the darkness, watching for whatever it was she felt, but seeing nothing in the oppressive blackness of the room. Her breasts rise and fall with each quick and heavy breath as she tries to compose herself and understand the situation.
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