She was at my bedside when I woke up.
"Hm. You've finally woken up," she said, her expression exactly the same. How long had she been waiting there?
The proper response in a situation like this would be, "Who are you?" or "What are you doing?" When somebody appears by your bedside in the middle of the night, though, proper responses are the last thing you're worried about.
"Waagh!" I scrambled up against the wall in the same amount of time it took to panic and weep uncontrollably.
"Don't scream," she said, not moving an inch. "You'll wake everybody up."
"Who are you?" I should have asked. "What are you doing?" Apparently, it didn't come out as audibly as I would have hoped.
"Well, it's not like anybody would hear it anyway," she said, still in the exact same position she was in when I woke up. Had she been standing exactly like that since she came in? "You don't have a face, after all."
"What do you