[The eyes adapt to the darkness easily when given enough time, and the room isn't exactly hard tight closed to avoid any kind of light to filter in it. Still, Lizzie keeps moving away from him as much as possible, one arm clutching her pillow, the other feeling behind and around her to avoid bumping into anything.]
It's not my house. Neither is the Phantomhive manor. I couldn't sleep, either.
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Date: 2010-12-05 04:11 am (UTC)It's not my house. Neither is the Phantomhive manor. I couldn't sleep, either.