With a snap of her fingers the locks down the door were undone. "Come iiin." She called. Hope had no desire to get up from her flopped place on the couch. She resorted herself, in a completely lazy position. Like a flopped feline in the sun. But all the drapes were pulled shut.
Part of her knew she really should sit up. But she didn't want to. So instead she turned her eyes toward the door. And that was as close to getting up as she would get.