The Window.

It's late. Really late. I know that I should be sleeping right now, but my habits get the best of me most of the time. My desktop computer is located in my living room, right next to the sofa and an old TV I got off of Craigslist for thirty bucks. More importantly though, right next to my computer is a beautiful view out of downtown. It really makes up for the terrible room. Sometimes I just like to sit on the sofa, grab a cup of tea and stare down on all the little shops and look at the other buildings, watch the little people stroll the sidewalks. They look like little ants, but even little ants must have more interesting lives than I do. So here I am, browsing YouTube and catching up on Facebook.

I finally manage to snap back to reality and slip into bed. I lie there for a few minutes, lying on my side facing the window, and listening to the sounds of the city. Very slowly my eyes begin to close. I toss and turn for quite a while, trying to find a comfortable position. I feel the weight of the blankets on my back, hear the pitter-patter of the rain on the window. Quite a storm tonight.

Ah, I hate when I can't sleep. I know it's pretty bad, because usually the tea helps me calm down a little bit. I try to keep still, take slow deep breaths. In, and out.

Close your eyes... I think to myself. Clear your thoughts, and fall asleep. I already know that tonight is going to be quite a long one. And long nights like this aren't fun at all.

I gotta pee. Perfect.

I get up, and groggily pull myself out of bed, and slowly move toward the bathroom. After I, ya' know, pee, I move over to the sink. I look at myself in the mirror. I look tired. Dark bags under my eyes make me look solemn. My eyes are bloodshot. Yup, not fun. I run cold water under the sink and splash a little on my face, which gives me a little refreshing jolt. Like that'l help. I take a quick glance at the clock on the wall, which reads 3:30 a.m. Back to bed.

I open the door, face the window-

I freeze.

In the window is a man. Not a monster, just an average, everyday man. Like one I'd see outside my window. I'm holding my breath. I live on the thirty forth floor of my complex. All he does is just look at me, his stare undying. I pass out on the floor.

I woke up the next morning on the floor in a cold sweat. The time is 8:30 a.m. Late for work. I glanced over at the window, the blinds were closed. I didn't open them on my way out the door.

And I didn't intend to.

Credits to:   Soulful_Pancake

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