Instead of going to bed as I was told, I looked through the window and watched people carry on with their lives. To kill even more time, I decided to count the number of cars on the street below. I slowly got bored and looked for other things to do. The dark green cabinets housed nothing but clothes. I reluctantly decided to go to bed and fell into a fitful sleep.
When I woke up again, the whole room was veiled in darkness and only a sliver of moonlight filtered through the windows. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I felt a light hand in my hair. I did not know whose it was and I lay there, afraid to move a centimetre. When I woke up the next morning, I wondered who my visitor was. I was confused and puzzled and till this day, I am not sure who came to visit me that dreary night.