Hidden Deep

1

It was a cool soft night, midnight. The sky was clear from any clouds and the sweet cold breeze blew against the half-open window. It filled the bedroom with a freezing atmosphere. A messy, little, and now cold, bedroom.
In an up count to three, little Timmy closed his eyes, opened his hands, that were keeping him hung on a thick tree branch, and fell to the grass beneath him, landing on his left shoulder.
He sat up-straight and immediately turned his head to an almost three hundred and sixty degrees around him, making sure that no one had saw him. And no one did, he thought. The window to his bedroom was still half-open, just like he had left it, and that was just how he wanted it to be. Open for his silent and unnoticed return.
He got on one knee and then got up. He stared at the silent and motionless midnight sky, gazed at the bright blinking stars above his head, so many of them that he could count them all using both of his hands, and filled his lungs with the not-so fresh air that flew tasteless in the midnight wind. Except it was not midnight anymore, it was already two A.M and the wind blew hard at his window. There wasn't a single soul out on the street at that hour, except for him, little Timmy. Little Timmy that was fleeing his parents' house for the first time without permission.
He exhaled the air in his chest and suddenly felt an acute pain to his shoulder, the one that had softened his fall. His hands were hurting as well and when he looked closely at them he saw more than a couple small brown dots under his skin. Splinters, he thought again. They had dug their way down to his flesh while he was hanging on to the branch. And now he felt them sting.
He looked once more at his window and for a brief moment the hair on his head stood up, his heart began racing and he realized that his return plan was screwed over. The half-open window was shut down like the wind itself had locked it, or (maybe) worse, like one of his parents had closed it.
He blinked his eyes two and three times in a row, and when he refocused his attention the window was just like he had left it. Half-open.
His heart slowed down to normal, Timmy inhaled a big gulp of air through his mouth, placed one hand on his chest and blinked again, just to make sure. And all was still normal. The lights were off and the window was barely open for him to get back in the room later that night.
Without wasting another second he paced out of his lawn and walked down the street.