memories

When I was about 10, we my family of six lived in an extremely
small apartment. Two bedrooms upstairs and then the living
room. When I was tired of my siblings I would sleep
downstairs. One night I am lying on the couch facing the front
door and watching the sky through the window by the door
when a face shows up in the window illuminated by a lighter. I
freeze, and the face goes away. I'm pretty relieved, thinking it
was maybe our druggie neighbours seeing if my parents were
still awake when it shows up again. I try to scream but when I
hope my mouth nothing came out, not a sound. The person
then kicks in the door and walks in the room, he sees me,
smiles and goes towards the kitchen. As he comes out of the
kitchen with a knife my dad makes it down the stairs and the
guy boots it out of there. I still can't sleep easily on couches
to this day.