wake up kimberly it s only the wind howling through the floorboards go back to sleep no it s not that i m certain breaking a cold sweat terrified he rises from the bed fumbles his way to the door consumed by the shakes blasts from the sea rattle the pane its been like this for days wearing at the stone and mortar get it together he curses under his breath it opens and breathes a slow painful creak a frozen drip rolls down the spine senses sharp time cut in half rings out in slow whole tones a sideways glance and out jumps the cat blasts from the sea rattle the pane its been like this for days wearing at the stone and mortar wake up kimberly it s only the wind howling through the floorboards 1