It was 1am when you hear a knock at your window. It was your best friend in her PJs.

You and Pam’s windows are facing each other so she can easily hop to your property and annoy you yet again. She still hugs the plushie you gave from childhood and goes to you every time she gets nightmares.

“Psst. Lemme in! I can’t sleep.” She whines, her face pressed against the glass.