Readers/Writers: first or third person?
Virginia awoke with cold sweat dripping down her neck and her breath shallow. Her hair clung to her cheeks and the blankets of her bed were tangled around her. She stole a glance at the bed across from hers, her sister’s. It was empty, and the sheets were already made up.
She threw the bed sheets off of her, for they were uncomfortable in the heat of the mid-summer morning. Even her thin white nightgown clung to her dampened skin.
The door creaked open next to Virginia’s bed and she heard the shuffling of little feet.