She’s at the Window
by Steppen Sawicki
“Daddy, she’s at the window again.”
I open my eyes to see Arty standing next to my bed. He points to the window behind me and I lift my head to look. There is a dark figure sitting at the window, watching the snow fall outside.
I open my eyes. It was just a dream. Arty isn’t in the room, and the figure at the window…
I roll over. She’s there, sitting at the window. She begins to turn to me.
I open my eyes. Just a dream. But I can feel her eyes on me, watching. I roll over…