Charlotte's Room

Charlotte prised open the door, and dropped her single bag. She stepped inside.
The room was dark, and the curtains beside the small table with the dead flowers on it swayed sadly, and slowly. She shuffled her bags to the bed behind the door, and stuffed them under the mattress. She leaned against the wall behind the door, and slid to the ground. She saw a cat outside the window, scratching on the window pane, and opened it. The cat came towards her and it purred, and fell asleep on her lap. Someone was walking down the hall, it came louder, Charlotte froze.