Panic Room.

Sleepwalking.

Stephanie and Chris had been sitting in silence for a while now and it was uncomforting to Stephanie was getting increasing annoyed with Chris' mood swings, it was normally the girl who suppose to have mood swings, not men. I mean one minute he was all happy, one minute, he's all snarls and then the next which he is apparently on now, he says nothing at all and sits there, silently.

"So are we not talking now?" asked Stephanie indignantly.

"No."

"Yes we are, your purposely not talking to me, you've gone all grumpy again."

"We are talking now aren't we," he replied gruffly.

"You know what I mean."

"Well, when you've spent over 12 hours with one person and nothing else, you kinda run out of things to say."

"Fine then, be like that, Ill guess ill just got to sleep then, if your not going to do anything." In the back of her mind she waited Chris to ask her to stay but when no answer came, she dismissed that thought and curled up in her sleeping bag.

"Goodnight." She muttered.

"Bye." Chris replied with no expression, which only infuriated Stephanie more, however she didn't want to sound too needy so she didn't answer back, he'll probably wake her up later anyway when he gets bored out of minds or filled the entire room with his stupid scrawls.  In order to get to sleep, however she knew that she had to get Chris out of her head. If there were too many thoughts swirling in her head, she couldn't possibly go to sleep and the fact that last time she went to sleep, she had terrible nightmare, which didn't exactly fill her with confidence.

Come on, only 10 hours to go, only 10 hours to go, she sighed to herself as she surprisingly drifted herself off into a drowsy sleep…

Chris threw the chalk up into the air, it hit the ceiling and thousands of white speckles showered down along with the remaining lump of chalk, he coughed as he brushed away the particles and sat down on his sleeping bag. This room was a nightmare in itself, even if he was with his best friend who wouldn't like it, it had psychological evil feeling about it, as if it was watched, watching till you become some bored your going insane.

"Don't worry chalky, I'm going to get out of here soon, and with $500,000 sweet cash, yeah I know I could try and get the whole million and make her quit but I can't think of how…I'm too tired to think, I just can't be bothered, you know I don't think she can be bothered either, whoever can up with this idea has wasted his time cause nothing is going to happen, is it chalky?"

There was no reply from chalky.

"Well, hey what do you know your just a piece of chalk, but I'm sure you can see the tension in here and no before you say, it's not sexual tension, I'd rather shag a guy than her, it probably be less dirty with a guy anyway." Laughed Chris. "I better go to sleep, shouldn't I, I'm not that tired but at least it will pass half the time away, lets just hope she doesn't snore again or have 'nightmares' god what a little baby." Chris put chalky down on the floor and settled under hid duvet. He looked up at the dark ceiling and smiled. "You happy now, I'm talking to a piece of chalk as they say the first sign of madness is talking to yourself even more so to a piece of chalk, well done room, you've made me go utterly insane!" Chris exclaimed laughing before closing his eyes once more.

Stephanie sat straight upright, looking wide-eyed around the room. She wasn't sure whether it was her or it was room, but it seems the floor was swaying beneath her, she climbed out and once more tried to establish the contents of the room, she spotted another figure namely Chris asleep on the other side room and she walked slowly towards him.

Kneeling by his head, she patted him slowly.

"Chris." She murmured, patting him again. "Chris."

"What do you want." He stirred, still not opening his eyes as he pushed away from her glance.

"Where's our porridge gone?"

"What?"

"Where's our porridge gone Chris?" She asked again.

""We didn't have any porridge." Chris sighed. "Just go back to sleep, please."

But Stephanie in a possessed and eerie sort of way continued to stare at him, not moving from her kneeling position beside him.

"Sort yourself out Steph." Chris said, before closing his eyes and returning back to sleep. He wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping but when he awoke again, Stephanie was still there and this time, she sat on top of him, which just unnerved Chris even more. It was still pitch black but he could make out of the outline of her face and body and her deep green eyes which seemed to pierce into him. She didn't look real, it was if her body was there but she wasn't.

"What are you doing, get lost." He said, waving his arms about.

"You got too much pride, you just got to let it go." A voice said, it was then as he lay back surprised and shocked as Stephanie leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

"Steph, are you sick?" Chris asked, she didn't look well, her face and lips were pale, it didn't look like she was looking at him, it was if she was looking through him.

"Steph?"

"Your really pretty." She said again and once more she kissed him, this time harder and longer and Chris not sure what was happening, found himself reciprocating. It must be a dream he thought, because it wasn't real, she wasn't sane like this, all he did know was as he continued kissing her, he knew that it felt eerily good….

Chris woke up and found himself shielding his eyes as a splinter of light fell onto his face. It was morning it must be, he thought, the light was strong and bright a definite sign that the seemingly endless darkness was over. He felt heavy as she tried to move from his duvet and it wasn't until then that he realised there was another person, a bit lower down resting on the side of the duvet by his side. It was Stephanie. Oh my God, had he slept with her? He quickly looked under the covers, he wasn't naked, he was still in his clothes, she was wearing clothes, good, but how had she got there? Images from the night came coming back….she coming over….something about porridge….and then….she kissed him…what happened after that? He couldn't remember, his mind had gone blank. At the moment she was sound asleep but he was hugely tempted to wake her up, she was the one who had come over, he needed to know the answer to the burning and confusing question in his head.

What had happened last night?

To be Continued….