I leaned against the back of the couch, my long legs balanced precariously on a head full of beautiful curly golden hair. My footrest, however, was not as pleased with the position as I was. Alice ducked and rolled out from under me.
"Really Mish, really?" she scowled up at my grinning face, grotesque in the pale blue light of the television.
"Yep."
"Guys shut up! I'm trying to listen!" Kaitlynne muttered over the sounds of the movie we were watching. Hold on, what were we watching? Oh yes, we were watching Sherlock Holmes. I grabbed the bag of Fritos and dumped the last crumbs into my mouth. Alice groaned as the screen paused on its own for the third time.
"Mischa? Go unstick it please."
"Why?"
"It's your bloody house!"
"Doesn't mean I know what to do with it!"
"You've lived here for how long?"
"…Three years"
"And you still have no clue how to work your television."
"That's about right."
While this was going on, Kaitlynne stared straight ahead at the frozen television, quietly muttering to herself. I glanced over to her, eyes tired and drooping.
"Y'know guys…why don't we just go to sleep. We can work it out in the morning". To prove that this was a logical thing to do, I showed them the time on my phone. The LED display read 1:02 AM. Definitely time for sleep.
At least, in popular opinion.
It was two hours later when, after a rousing game of Scrabble, we retired on warm overstuffed couches. However, this repose was not to last, as I was awoken several hours later, sometime near sunrise, by the quiet but tell-tale signs of someone else being in the house. I quietly slid my blankets to the floor, and crept out the door.
The house was pitch-black, and silent except for the quiet sounds of confusion emanating from the open kitchen. Truth be told, I knew this house much better than what I let on, and so I managed to slink around the intruder's area and came up behind them, through the miniature hallway which was used to get to my bedroom.
Coming up silently, I stood not a foot away from them, and listened in on their conversation. It went something like this:
"Well, where do you suppose we are?"
"You have asked that question numerous times and still I have no answer."
"With more time, usually comes more observations. I had hoped that you had gathered more information in the time being. However, I do know that we are in a house inhabited by at least three people regularly, and that these people are most likely used to comforts in life. There is more likely than not at least one woman living in the house, as well as an adolescent."
I grew more and more wary as the man began to list off more and more things about my home. How did this man come to these conclusions in the complete pitch black? In my exhausted state, I figured it would be logical to announce my position to these strange men, and so, I flipped on the light.