As she looked for the mouse in the pile of clothes the rain blew in making her cold and rushed. Ever piece of clothing she picked up she fully expected to find the little wet thing. There was no way that the little guy could have fallen any deeper than the layers she had removed. She could not take it anymore and she stopped looking to shut the window.
Turning back to search again she realized she had reached to floor without finding the mouse. Had she even really seen a mouse at all? Was it something else that fell into the room? The fact that she could not find the creature made her doubt what she had seen. With great confusion and disappointment, she crawled back into her bed to warm herself from the opened window. The dampness in her hair assured her she was not dreaming. So there must have been something outside to maker her open the window.
Turning back to search again she realized she had reached to floor without finding the mouse. Had she even really seen a mouse at all? Was it something else that fell into the room? The fact that she could not find the creature made her doubt what she had seen. With great confusion and disappointment, she crawled back into her bed to warm herself from the opened window. The dampness in her hair assured her she was not dreaming. So there must have been something outside to maker her open the window.