Her eyeballs wobbled focusing on the clock hung across the wall. The ghost dark room was creepily silent. Rhythemic beat of tic-toc and glowing radium of needles paced up her nerves. It flashed 2 a.m.This was not the first time she had woken up in the middle of her sleep.
7.00 p.m. Twilight brushed off the glazed azure, casting a bluish hue through every corner. Her grip over the sharp edge of the cliff was slowly getting off. Droplets of sweat rising on the tips of her fingers were growing apace. Letting her loosen the clutch on the edge of the rock she was hanging on to.