Although I see the pixie face at the window, I widen my eyes in the dark, disbelieving.

The entire tiny form then somehow squeezes through the fractionally opened window. A cold November air has swiftly turned the bedroom frigid, causing me to burrow deeper into my flannel sheets, but my eyes remain outside the comforter.

In the 2.a.m-dark-room, I watch the silvery shadow move swiftly from window ledge to underneath the bed.

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