I looked through the window into her room and saw that she was having breakfast in bed.
I rested on the wall and kept watching her closely from the window. She finished her breakfast and set the tray down before getting up from bed and heading to her vanity dresser. She ruffled her hair a bit, maybe in an attempt to make it look bouncy or something. She then sat down and began applying some makeup, though I'm sure she already had some makeup on.
I began wondering the reason for her actions but soon shook off the thought, deciding that it's not important to me. Besides, it's none of my business if she decides she likes looking like an over-decorated doll.
She suddenly stops while applying some powder blush on her face. I keep watching her closely, completely oblivious to what her next move would be.
She maintains a straight face, her expression unreadable as she slowly and carefully stands up from the chair.
Only when she takes swift steps toward the window do I realize that she must have seen me through the mirror. I suddenly flinch, my heart palpitating in my chest. My sudden movement almost makes me lose my balance, and I clutch at a small wooden stool beside me for support. My impulsive movement causes the vase on the stool to fall on the floor, instantly breaking into pieces.
I flinch, my hand coming to my mouth, as if to prevent myself from screaming or even breathing.
My mind instantly returns to the greatest problem at hand as the sound of Margallo's footsteps becomes nearer.