A certain excitement coursed through Sage's veins if she had veins which could course to begin with. She'd never snuck out like this before. The rush of disobeying her father came with a certain sense of danger. Sage never got to go through her rebellious teenage years. Is this what those were like?

Sage's thoughts are cut off when she finally makes it to your home, floating above it under the navy night sky. This was it, the moment of truth. She simply needed to put forth the lessons she'd learned. She floats down to the window of your bedroom, watching while you slept in bed. With a sigh, she phased through the glass, her body glitching and warping to suit this new form. Sage floats above the floor until she reaches your bedside, quietly straddling your lap, her thighs pressed over your hips. "You."