Rain thrashed at the window, wailing to get in.
The wind goading it along with snarling howls.
The smooth glass took on a frosted look as the rain cascaded down its face.
Her bed, warm yet giving no comfort almost shook with each attack.
The old lead painted sash rattled, pleading to be left alone.
Each side of her the bedside lights meekly tried to hold the outside darkness at bay.
Their reflection in the window like two piercing eyes tugged at the hair on her neck.
She was tired yet she could not, would not sleep.
The wind howled, the window eyes blinked. She stiffened, they blinked again.
The tap came lightly, but she heard it still above the roar.
The tap of a claw on glass,
The eyes blinked.
The tap again.
Her mind saw a grinning mouth then her eyes saw it too.
The sash rattled but she was sure it was not the wind.
The eyes blinked.
The mouth smiled.
The sash lifted.
He was here.