Delusion.

The bed owner sat easily, out of her bed. He was watching and waiting patiently for the culprit to be revealed. But then the more he waited, the longer she stalled the revelation.

She must have possibly gotten trapped by her musings because her eyes suddenly slipped away, forcing her into a realm unknown.

Damn! He did not have the patience for this.

"Who did it?" he barked.

"I did," she said. "I did it. Do you have a problem with that?"

Soot. Heavy and thick fumes modified his vision. His eyes slitted as if he'd fallen out of consciousness. Though his mind was a robust of flames, he picked out words.

"Hazel, do yo—" 

A brutal wind swept across his face and drank up all his words, whipping against his lip divides. That poignant chill that had filtered into the near chaotic scene of her bedroom should have sat in his mood.