Panic Room.

Midnight Muses.

Chris hit his head annoyance as he rolled over onto the hard floor. He moaned, as he realised that it was indeed not morning and he was still stuck in his room, it was pitch black and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to his surroundings, his head banged. He didn't know why, probably because he was so frustrated about not being able to get to sleep. Though to be honest, he wasn't really that tired. It wasn't as if he had been doing anything since 12.00, just sitting in here arguing and having food fights with Stephanie, just a usual day then, laughed Chris to himself.

He looked over to see Stephanie, for lay in her sleeping bag, she looked asleep, in fact he could hear her snoring, hardly very princess like.

I wonder if they do have cameras in here? Thought Chris as he looked around at the bare walls, if they did they were well hid. They probably got a load of laughs seeing them fight it out, well ya gonna be disappointed, he sneered, there was no way he was going to break down and start crying, or most of all quit.

Realising that he couldn't get to sleep, Chris stood up. He climbed out of the sleeping bag and walked around the room, Stephanie was sound asleep snoring away and with her having no conscience of what was going on around well, Chris smiling as he did stepped over the chalk line she had used to separate the room, he hadn't just done this to look clever or for fake spite it had did this for a reason, he needed to look at the sun-dial.

It was had to make out the lines, by a small splinter of light reflected from the moon brushed onto the lines and it the best Chris could understand it, he guessed it was about midnight.

"Is that it!" Chris exclaimed, thinking it was way past that, he still had the whole night to go yet. When someone was normally bored, they would result to sleep, if you ever watched Big Brother, you would realise they slept most of the dayand emerged in the evenings for alcohol fuelled parties etc, but sleeping was just annoying for Chris, he needed some kind of mind stimulation.

Chris looked around for inspiration, there were a few bits of pieces by the window and he went over to have a look what was on offer.

A torch, well he knew that already having shone it in Stephanie's eyes after she strated screaming the place down.

A few measly looking blankets,

Pens and paper, maybe he could write a story or a screenplay. That's probably how writers came up with stories, just shut themselves in empty rooms and start writing from imagination.

First Aid Kit. If the fighting got really bad.

A cell-phone. In case of emergencies, like someone going insane or someone murders the other person. Looks like they had confidence in us, thought Chris.

And lastly but probably the most exciting thing on offer, the game of Twister.

As Chris opened it up, and pulled out the mat, he was half tempted to wake Stephanie up and ask her to play, not because he wanted to play with her but at least it was something to pass away the hours.

He laid it out, on the floor, jumping from the blue to the green to the red. It gave him a kind of rush as it had been a while since he got some exercise, not that jumping from circle to circle was 'exercise' but hell Chris was enjoying it….

"Hey, get out of my area!"

Chris looked round to see Stephanie peering up from the bag, her brown hair wavy and untidily around her face, her piercing eyes staring at him angrily.

"What the hell are you ding, you're over the line!"

"Errr, hey wanna play Twister?" laughed Chris, but there was a note of seriousness in his question.

"No I don't want to play Twister, I want you to get out of my area and I want to go to sleep!"

"Yeah well, if anyone needs their beauty sleep, its you." Snapped back Chris.

Stephanie bit her tongue as she just tried to ignore Chris' comments, there was silence for a moment until from her bed Stephanie could hear a shuffling sound.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm moving the Twister mat over, so it's not in your precious 'area'" He replied, sarcastically.

"But you can't do that, it was in my area originally, you can't take it out."

"Well it looks like it just did."

"Can't you just go to sleep, like a normal person."

"Well with the combination of the hard floor, this room and your snoring, I'm finding it very difficult!"

Stephanie felt a touch of sympathy from within and decided on a compromise.

"Fine."

"So I can take the twister mat?"

"No, I want to play a different game." Stephanie said, like a spoilt child.

"Like what."

"Bring your sleeping bag over here.

"Steph, I know you like those games but it aint going to work with me."

"For gods sake, I don't mean that, just come and sit over here."

Chris suspiciously brought his sleeping bag over and sat beside her.

"What kind of game is this?"

"Well, I'm going to ask you a sequence of choices and you have to say the first one that comes into your head." Said Stephanie energetically.

"Oh, that's boring."

"No it isn't, just give it a try."

"Great, fine, just give me the choices."

"Ok, just close your eyes and clear your head"

Stephanie sat opposite Chris as he grudingly followed her instructions. "Hurry up." He muttered impatiently.

"Ok, what do you prefer the snow or the sun?"

"Sun."

"lots of money or lots of friends?"

"money."

"Football or hockey."

"Hockey."

"Monday or Friday."

"Friday."

"Dogs: Cute or Ugly?"

"Ugly."

"Am I beautiful, Yes or No?"

"Yes."

Stephanie sat back, smiling to herself. "Ha, ha, in your face!"

"What!"

"You think I'm beautiful, you like me, you think I'm beautiful." Jeered Stephanie.

"No I didn't, I thought the question was asking whether I thought I was beautiful, you idiot, you're a two cent trash bag ho."

"Say what you want, but that game is foolproof, I know you like me Chris, there's no need to deny it."

"Get a life Steph, I know what I meant, I think I am beautiful, not you, me!"

"Don't worry Chris, I am a very attractive woman, your just going to have to join the queue."

"Oh please."

"Fine we can do it gain and I bet you will say exactly the same." Offered Steph.

"No I think I'm going to ask you the questions this time." Said Chris confidently.

"Fine by me, though I have to tell, your feelings may be hurt."

"We'll see." Smirked Chris, as he thought up several possible questions in his head.

To be Continued…