The night air freezes every move I make.
My breath Shows in front of me,
I'm standing on the edge of my bedroom window, edging towards the roof.
I am not afraid.
Every mila-secind is counted.
I have a sudden adrenalin rush as I hear the house creek,
I'm moving quicker,
And then someone closes my window.
I cling to the side of the house,
I close my eyes.
I hope someone will miss me,
I jump.
