tap

tap

your eyes flutter open as you look over at your window, your headphones sprawled over your messy hair and your cassette player laying a few inches away. you look at the clock, seeing the red light resemble a 2:08 am. you groan at that early time as you hear more tapping.

tap

tap

you go over to the window, pulling the curtains back to see Eats in your driveway, throwing pebbles at your window.

He waves with a little smile.