The Coffee Shop on 3rd
I woke suddenly as someone pounded on the windows outside of my apartment. Glancing over to my right, my eyes searched for the time glowing blue from the clock on my nightstand: 3:17am. Confused and half awake, I slip on my Columbia University hoodie that resides on the floor next to my bed. Maybe one of my neighbors got locked out of their apartment? The pounding continues matching the thumping of my heart as panic begins to swell in my chest. Why wouldn’t they just buzz me then, why bang on the window? Unless they were trying to find a way in and it wasn’t a friendly neighbor at all.
