It’s dark outside

An unearthly hour

But I am awake

Reflecting, Recycling

The thoughts in my head.


I hear a movement,



At this hour?

I turn sharply

And stare at the window

But it’s dark outside

I see nothing.


Yet I wait


To see a face appear

A stranger, a thief

At the window.


Seconds pass

Slow, not moving

No one appears

I turn away

Heart still panicky.


Maybe it was a rat?


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