[#037] Rapa-tap-tap

I finally leapt from the bed the second time the tapping came, and my hand already grasped the edge of the curtain before I stopped myself.

Rapa-tap-tap came the sound against the glass, and then it drifted back into the haze of rainfall and wind pounding against the roof for the last three hours. Several minutes passed as I considered throwing the curtain aside and tearing open the window before finally I set myself against the terrors of an unmedicated imagination and crept back into the empty covers.

I tossed and turned for hours, never sleeping longer than an instant at a time. I woke with her pillow in my arms twice, clutching it for warmth against the momentary dreams. By 4AM I had nearly given up on rest and wallowed in my thoughts, arms and legs spread out across our giant bed as I listened to the storm song raging outside. The smell of sweet spring rain drifted across my face when the breeze poured in, and I caught myself smiling in its wake and just feeling ready to close my eyes again when I thought to wonder the draft came from.

Rapa-tap-tap came the sound against the night stand.