Monica Morquecho

At Night

There it is again. What is that? At first the sound was part of my dream but as the realms of dream and reality slowly part, I realize it is all too real. There it goes again. I clumsily stumble to my bedroom window to peer out into the cold January night. My breath fogs the glass as my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness outside the bedroom window. The tree line that is my back yard fades into view. A shiver runs down my spine either from the cold radiating from my window pain or maybe it’s the sight of those woods. Why would she ever move us to this god awful town with these creepy woods. Slowly, I scan the tree line. The longer I stare the more that comes into view.