Run out .1

I am so tired, I could fall asleep on the ground I am standing. Yet I made it to my bed. The house isn’t big, but it isn’t small either. Still, it feels like it is a villa. Softly I close the door, dress and fall asleep immediately when I touch the bed. Lying in my bed, I think. I often think, because I think when I’m alone, and I’m often alone. Because I live with two fauns: Edith and Berk. They’re very nice, and in return I often do chores they can’t do. Because you never have done enough. And they’re very grateful to me because I do that. They’re like my parents now. I only don’t call them mom and dad, because they look very different. They have goat legs, and I don’t. I wish I knew who my real parents are, because I look so much different than everyone else here, in Narnia. They’re all amazing: some have goat leg, some have the body of a horse, others are very small, or really big. And then there’s me.
So I live in a sort of farmhouse with two fauns. It’s a very beautiful farmhouse. It’s near the village and close to a brook we use for showering, washing clothes, washing the dices… But it’s quiet and peaceful there, and that’s what Edith and Berk wanted. They have a room they share, and I have my own with a cute, wooden bed and closet with a few shelves. I made my own table and use it to make and do new things, as much as old things. But I’m also often downstairs, talking in the lounge together with Edith and Berk. We look at the fire, listen to Berk playing songs, and so on. Berk is my favourite faun of the two. With him I mad the bed I’m sleeping in right now.
Still that same night, something wakes me. when I look around, I only see the pitch-dark of the night. I lay myself back down in my bed and close my eyes, but I jump back up because I hear a noise.