Matilda and the AssassinChapter 6
A lock of Matilda's black hair lay across her cheek, tickling the side of her nose. She brushed it away as she would a pesky fly. Then she reached for the blanket. She moved her hand from side to side. She stretched her arm. Nothing! Her eyes grudgingly opened in slits only to see brown fabric. Blinking away the sleep, she stared at the back of the living room couch. As she became more alert, memories of the previous day filled her mind. Noises from the kitchen that had awoken her continued...