𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

ℍ𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕄𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨

 I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn't move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.I couldn't do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.