The cool breeze from the open window still brushes against your skin. You try to sleep, buried under your thin, white covers but just can't.
Your mind is racing, you cant stop thinking about that man.
Why was he staring into nothing?
Why was he alone?
Why was he standing there in the middle of the night?
And most importantly
Why did he look up at me?
Sweat beads emerge on your forehead as you struggle to sleep, mind racing about the man.
After what seems like an hour, your mind had finally settled and you drifted into a light slumber.
About 30 minutes later, you are awoken by, well... nothing.
Confused and grogy, you pass it off to be the noisy pipes that wrap around your apartment and quickly fall asleep.
