She could feel her head banging as if someone was knocking on her skull, but more surprising was how the sound was so prominent it felt as if she could actually hear the banging and not just feel it.
Dazedly she moaned then moved to sit up feeling the blanket slowly fall and she felt the strong urge to lay back down in bed and pull the blanket back up, her eyes slowly opened and she could still hear the banging again.
Light flooded her whole room now coming from the windows, now slowly regaining her senses she realized the sound wasn't in her head but coming from the door, someone was knocking on her door.
Realizing this, Anne jumped out of bed about to rush to the door when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
As if she'd thought about something, her pale face slowly began to fill with color until her cheeks turned beetroot red.
Her eyes slowly moved to the couch and her body stiffened before embarrassment made her wince and let out a drawled sound in shame.
