The soft swishing of the trees outside my window wakes me up.
I've always been a light sleeper.
Mom says it comes from dad's side of the family.
He says it comes from hers.
They fight a lot these days.
About meaningless things.
I stand and press my nose against the cold glass of the window.
Rain falls heavily, blurring my vision.
Somehow, it seems symbolic.
Then I see a shadow flitting up into my tree.
My heart flutters.
I try not to panic.
Then a face is pressed against the other side of the glass.
The fast beating of my heart slows down,
then speeds up for a different reason.
I open the window.
He grabs my hands.
