I turn, and stare at the doorway. A woman stood there. Her hair was shoulder length, The majority of it was a stunning silver color, and what wasn't silver was a faded light brown. Her face was etched with a few wrinkles, rounded in shape. Her eyes were a dark, rich chocolate color, and they were currently fixated on me. Her gaze was a strong, hard one, yet understanding at the same time. She was shorter than me, up to my shoulder, yet I don't think my height intimidated her. She had a tiny frame, and her skin was a light, tan color. If I had to guess, I'd say she was Hispanic. She wore a light blue pajama shirt with matching pants.
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