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But in a desperate move, I managed to grab hold of an ornate ridge on the roof, halting my perilous slide.
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart racing and the tangy taste of adrenaline on my tongue.
Once I steadied myself, I went prone, hoping to distribute my weight better on the unreliable surface.
The coolness of the tiles pressed against my cheek, and a shiver raced down my spine — not entirely from the cold.
In my mind, I tried to picture the layout of the house.
I remembered the hallway, the door guarded by Silverback, and our attic space.
I could almost hear the faint murmurs of conversation from below, a reminder of the urgency of our situation.
Continuing my crawl, I made my way to what I hoped would be a safer vantage point.
After what felt like hours, I reached the end of our prison’s boundary and dared to peek over the edge.
My gaze landed on a window below — slightly ajar, curtains fluttering from the gentle night breeze.
My heart swelled with hope; it was an entryway, a potential path to our freedom.
The window’s frame looked sturdy enough, and its placement made it an ideal spot for descent.
Yet, the thought of what might be waiting on the other side gnawed at me.
I hoped the room was unoccupied, but the uncertainty was nerve-wracking.
I strained my ears, trying to pick up any signs of movement or conversation, but the window was too far and the sounds of the night too overwhelming.
Mustering up my courage, I began my descent towards the window.
My fingers sought out gaps and crevices, feeling the rough textures of age-old tiles and moss.
The delicate aroma of the flora wafted up, mixing with the pungent smell of old roofing.
Slowly, meticulously, I made my way to the window.
My heart thudded in my chest, its rhythm synching with the soft rustle of the curtains that awaited me.
As I neared the edge, I gave one final look to the stars above, taking solace in their quiet, unwavering shine, and braced myself for whatever lay on the other side.
Slippingthrough the window was more complicated than it looked from above.
Not only was the frame narrower than I anticipated, the slippery moss from the roof had smeared my hands, making my grip uncertain.
As I began to slide inside, my foot caught on the sill, and I lost my balance.
I braced myself for the impact, fully expecting to crash onto the floor and alert the entire house.
But instead of the hard floor, I found myself tumbling onto a soft, cushioned surface.
Confused and disoriented, I tried to scramble to my feet, but my surroundings seemed to engulf me.
It felt like a mix between an ancient overstuffed sofa and a bed of moss.
The scent was peculiar, reminiscent of old books with a hint of some spice I couldn’t place.
Then there was a tickling sensation on my skin like I was wrapped in the gentle embrace of velvety ferns.
