Chapter 7

I sit in my bed in the quiet night. The cold winter wind howls outside the window. It shakes and rattles the bare tree limbs. The cold air doesn't enter through any cracks into the apartment. I guess that's good. The apartment is actually better than most places I lived in.

The lamp on my nightstand is on, casting yellow light across the blankets and bedsheets. It's grey and fluffy, whereas the sheets are red. A strange combination of color, but I wouldn't know because I've been out of the loop of everyday life, so I'm not the man to go to when it comes to anything circuitous. Like beauty or something that should be beautiful. I wouldn't know.

But the bedsheets and blankets aren't what made me wake up. It's the feeling that somebody is watching. Is it in here? No. Definitely not in here that it's emanating from.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I turn it off. Pulling the blankets off me, I silently pad across the carpet on the floor to the windows. Light from the white street