petite frame darts upward, though her hands stay crossed over her chest. woeful gaze drifts to the window, where she notices the sky shifting hues — dawn was near. yet, that was not what had stirred the dead. wednesday rises from the bed, moving toward @97naive, who seemed haunted by something dark. she stood over suzie for nearly two minutes before her hand reached out to gently tap the other’s forearm. ❝ suzie. suzie. ❞ she repeated softly, not particularly adept at waking others from night terrors. usually, she was the one inducing them. ❝ wake. up. ❞ her voice grew both sharper and rougher, as the addams took a more drastic approach : by shaking suzie, hoping to rouse her.
