It was a very agitated cry. A baby. It was, with no doubt, a boy. A three-year-old maybe, due to his fluent talking. I stood stirred, the room was dark but outside someone had turned the lights on. We must have stopped because the woods on my window were still and quiet.
'That's ok, don't worry.' A woman calmly requested in the hallway. I was motionless like the tree peeking on my room's window.
The shadow of her feet going back and forward transpired through the small gap between the door and the cold soil. She was a mother rocking her baby. For a few moments the sound of her voice singing, the sound of her feet walking, the sound of her baby crying kept on going until they stopped completely. Just for a few seconds there was no noise and the only light present was the one that came from the hallway, but this time no shadows.
That serene universe would die rapidly the moment after. My door banged against the parallel wall and a girl, around my age, entered the room, closed the door, knelt before the entrance and peeked through the lock.
She probably did not see me because of the darkness and I couldn't distinguish her clothes well enough either. But my eyes were adapted to the night already so I was sure it was a young woman. The light point input on the ceiling lit up... so they were motion sensed.
I then realized: medium high, skinny, blonde hair, checkered skirt and black varnished shoes. She sighed still backwards and then turned scrolling her back against the door through the wood and sat when her bottom met the ground. That's when she noticed me.
'I'm so sorry!' she rose.
'That's ok. I guess…?'
Her face was confused as a fish that just encountered a swimming doe.
'Did I awake you?'
'No. Don't worry.' I explained.
'Do you mind if I stay here. Just for a while.' her eyes begged. So I thought about it... but something else came to me.
'Whom are you running from?' It wasn't a clever question. I let it leave my mouth without any careful thinking.
'My mother.' A long silence followed.
'Me too.' I said.
'I stay quiet if you stay quiet.' it was a challenge.
'Stay quiet? About what?' we both laughed hard.
'Your skin' she started 'it's white like sugar cubes. You're either from four or maybe… twelve… But that's impossible, right?' she smiled.
'I'm from nine but my parents are "fourthers".'
She sat on my bed and I pulled my knees up to my chin making some more room.
'I'm Rose, You?' She extended her hand.
'My name is Katri Odair.'
'Nice to meet you Sugar Cube Odair.' Our hands touched.
