The time has long since passed midnight. You lie in the twilight, because only the moon radiates light, peering through the dark curtains. Clutching a grayish blanket in your hands, you squirm from the cold that runs along your leg, which is pulled out from under the blanket. My head is full of thoughts about where the guy could be right now. Did he deceive you by saying that he would be back soon? But you hear the creak of the front door and quiet footsteps.