Events

Chapter 5 - Window Watcher

Chapter 5 - Window Watcher

I was dressed in my comfy sweatpants from earlier and a tight sweater as I sat by my windowsill. I had just finished helping my dad clean up dinner and wash all the dishes since we didn't have a dishwasher. We thought it would be easier this way since it was only the two of us, and I hardly ever complained about having to clean up.

My dad would always be up early in the morning, getting a head start, and then ending the day early. He always tried to stay up late with me, but I could tell he was extremely tired from working hard throughout the day. He would head to bed fairly early, leaving me alone in my room for the night.

My thoughts were all scrambled inside my head, so I didn't even know what I wanted to think about at the moment. There was just too much to think about.

Sitting by the windowsill made me feel relaxed. It was something I had built with my dad and decorated with purple pillows to match my room. It was my own little hideout where I could just think and relax. The window was cranked wide open, allowing for the most beautiful breeze to enter the room. It smelt like salt water, and the warm wind would gently rub against my skin, never getting cold.

I was beginning to doze off, my eyes slowly closing every so often as I leaned my head back against the pillow I had positioned right behind my head. I finally managed to carry myself over to my bed and immediately plopped down onto it. As soon as my head hit the soft pillows I began drifting off into a light sleep. I was sure if I had stayed on my window ledge any longer that I would have gotten a cramp or woken up with aching bones the next day.

I would feel myself drifting off into sleep before I would snap my eyes open again and look around. My room was dark and only the dim light coming from the hallways and the moon outside shone through the window.

As I sat leaning against the wall behind my bed, I stared at the carpet where the silver glow of the moon was. It was a soft colour, hardly even lighting my room.

The colour suddenly changed, changing to a mix of moonlight and another bright light coming from outside somewhere. I assumed it was the bright light from Noah's room pouring into mine as he had entered his room.

If I was really quiet I could hear him shuffling around in his room, moving boxes and opening them. My house was generally pretty quiet, not having much noise and sometimes at night I would even be able to hear my dad snoring gently from down the hall. The boy next door seemed to be making a lot of noise though, and I leaned forward in my bed to try and peer out.

I was trying to lean forward, my hands on my knees as I looked out towards the light. I heard the window suddenly being unlocked and lifted up, gently pressing and staying still in its frame. I listened with curiosity, waiting to see what was going on.

However, nothing happened after that, so I just assumed Noah had opened it for some fresh air. I leaned back against the wall, listening to the shuffling in the house next door.

I was surprised when a shadow suddenly covered my floor and two hands reached into my window. Shock was written all over my face as I watched the hands enter, and I was too stunned to move. The only thing I could do was sit there and watch. I was too shocked to even say anything, even though I knew exactly who it was. However, I had no idea what he was doing and why he was suddenly coming in through my window.

I watched as Noah's body slowly slid in through my window, his legs falling inside while his arm rested against the frame. His body was inside the window, resting his legs inside and leaning against the frame for very little support. He sat so casually on my frame it looked like he belonged there, relaxed and not at all out of place. The moonlight behind Noah seemed to illuminate and cause his figure to stand out even more in the dark room. I watched in awe as I analyzed his face and his posture. He was so causal that it made me nervous. Noah's eyes seemed to scan my room, starting from the far wall and seeming to take in as much as he could before those bright orbs landed on me.