you're sitting in your bedroom. you're reading a book, like you do every night. you're in your pajamas, your hair damp from a shower, and snuggled in your bed.

you hear a knock on your window, which is odd because your bedroom is on the second floor. you mark your page and get out of bed, walking to the window and opening it. i look out and all i can see is fingers gripping onto to window sill. i poke my head out the window onto to be met by a grimacing face, a familiar face. hiccup.