She slowly wakes up. The room is exactly the way she left it. She looks up at the mirror across the room, hoping to see the shadow again. Her reflection looks back at her. No shadow. No figure. She isn’t sure if she feels relief or sadness. She gets up slowly and starts getting ready. From the corner of her eye, she sees something is off. She stops at the door. She always sleeps with it closed. It’s open, just a crack.