(Author's POV)
"When did I open the window?" Myra scratched her hair in contemplation as she felt a gust of cold wind on her exposed skin. Snapping her finger, she muttered in a coherent, childlike voice, "Ahhaaaa~ it must be my cutie …. cutie mum~ ma." She hiccupped, which was followed by a carefree giggle, "Le~ …. Mee~ …... clo~ ze~ ... it.
With staggering steps, she hopped and strode her way towards the window to latch it. After shutting it tightly, she turned around and mumbled, "Now~ …. should I~ *hiccup* ... fin~d yuhh, switchy? Umm~ *hiccup* …. Where are you hiding? Come out, come out." She was totally out of her senses as she rubbed her palms together.
Myra took a step or two forward, but her feet got tangled together and she lost her entire balance. A squeal escaped her mouth as she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut and started falling forward, bracing for the impact to hit her.
But surprisingly enough, the fall~ ... it never happened.
