I can't do it after all

With a heavy sigh, you close the door and lock it back up. You can't risk it. You can't put your future on the line just for some little thrill.

Damn, you were almost there, too. Oh well, it's better this way.

Somewhat dejected, you casually stroll back to the living room and up the stairs. You don't even feel like dancing in front of the window again right now. You just want to get back to your room.

You near the top of the steps when, suddenly, the light in the hallway comes on. In front of you, your mother, half-asleep, stops en route to the bathroom. You're frozen like a deer in the headlights as she looks you over, her eyes growing wide.

"What is this, young lady?" she asks, her tone severe.

...Shit.