I woke up and it was still night, for I could see the moon. But something was different. I heard a voice. A voice that wasn't one I recognized. And was it moving around?
"That voice is beautiful!" I exclaimed quietly.
I opened the door, freezing for a moment as it squeaked. But no one seemed to hear.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaa, oooooooooooo," it sang.
I walked down the hall, looking for the voice. Then I realized, it wasn't upstairs where the bedrooms were. I headed down, and sure enough, there was the voice. It was very close now. I heard the footsteps, and noticed that wherever the footsteps went, the voice went. I stopped at the kitchen entrance, and before I could do anything, it came toward me. I suddenly gasped, my hands flying up to my mouth! It was Misery!
"Misery! Misery!" I cried.
She took no notice and walked right by me, almost like she saw me.
"Ooooooooooooooo!" was all I could hear.
I ran over to her, and put my hands on her hips. I pulled her close to me, looking at her face as she sang. Expressionless.
"Misery. Misery. Misery!" I said in her ear, trying to be calm, but loud enough to wake her.
"Oooooooo, aaaaaaaa," was all she did, singing the most beautiful melody I'd ever heard.
I decided that maybe talking to her to wake her wasn't a good idea. So, I walked her over to the couch, putting her down. She was very light. But I didn't worry about that, for I was too busy trying to wake her.
"Misery?" I said, stroking her face.
"Oooooooooh," was all she sang, this time her voice softer.
She was becoming softer, and softer, and softer, until she was still.
"Misery?" I whispered, but I was only accompanied by a moan.
"Misery?" I whispered again, but she was silent.
I took her back to my room, for I was not going to try and find a new place to sleep in that basement. Not while it was late into the night. I lay her down on my bed, and I sat on a chair in the corner. It was comfy enough that I could easily curl myself into a ball and fall asleep, which was exactly what I did.
When I woke up the next morning, she was still asleep, and had started singing softly. But it was off and on. She'd be quiet for five minutes or so, and start singing again. I was curious. I headed over to the bed, and saw that she was lying almost diagonally.
"Misery?" I queried, touching her arm.
She moved closer to the wall, her hand lightly hitting it as she did. That was when someone knocked on the door, making me jump, and Misery scream!
"Oh my! I didn't mean to scare you that much! Did I wake you?" asked Ruby, coming into the room.
"That wasn't me that screamed. It was Misery. See, I was afraid she'd get hurt since she was sleep singing and sleep walking, so I took her in here," I explained.
"That explains everything," came a muffled voice.
"Misery, I didn't put you back to bed in your bed of nails because I wanted to keep an eye on you and make sure you didn't walk into disaster," I admitted, my voice showing discomfort as I spoke.
"Thanks," she yawned, closing her eyes and falling back to sleep.
"I made breakfast. Do you want some?" wondered Ruby.
"Sure," I replied with a smile, and she closed the door.
"Misery? Ruby made breakfast. Do you want any?" I asked.
Misery just stayed still. She was snoring again, that light, almost comforting snore. I laughed, and decided since she was probably tired from not sleeping well for the passed few nights, I'd let her be.
