Yeah, although this may seem to be rude of me to do but I'd like to try to give it a revise~
"Jack, wake up. We've got to get to town."
I was broken away from my slumber as Molly began to shake me. I began to get up, and I took one look at Molly. The blue hues of the room had reflected off of her face, as her ghostly complexion had glowed with a somewhat disdain and hurried look. She was normally quite the ditzy, happy-go-lucky character whom would have a tendency to smile at anything, however today, her aura had contrasted that of which I was used to. This definitely cannot be good. In fear of what may come, I had decided to play it casually in hopes of revealing what perhaps was on her mind. I yawned and looked at the clock as Molly began to meander about the hallway.
"Are you sure the time is set right, Molly? I swear I haven't had my average eight hours of sleep yet."
No reply.
As I arose, the sharp scent of artificial flowers had struck my nostrils. The room had smelled of perfume, the kind Molly would normally shower herself with. I sighed in disgust, then sauntered into the backroom. As I stretched, I looked down below me. There was nary a mouse's ration on the table. She would normally have cooked, if not at the most, eggs of some sort. I looked over into the hallway, Molly still rushing about, and sarcastically asked, "Anything special for breakfast?"
Molly still did not reply.
Something was on her mind.
