Zoe headed toward her room and slipped out of her clothes and into something more comfortable, but she didn't feel much like sleeping, despite the late hour.
She thought about Linda's antics a few moments earlier and chuckled again. There was no point in getting angry. She suddenly did a double take, as she realized something. She was happy. When did that happen?
Linda lay in bed. She wasn't tired and she couldn't seem to relax enough to get to sleep. She felt as if the walls of her bedroom were closing in on her. That's silly, she told herself. Walls didn't move.
It must be her imagination.
