Many years passed but flashbacks of that horrific night still lingered in her mind vividly. A little past midnight and her eyes were wide opened and staring into the dark, and to the barely visible rotating fan above her. She had an unusual sleeping pattern where she woke up every night successively before the break of dawn, but tonight was different. She was woken up to a rattling sound of a branch against her slide window. The night wind run wild tonight in the avenue, yet her room had an unusual build up of heat. One of her breasts had escaped the warmth of her body and dropped through the side of her tank top.
The tall tree barriers that beautified the streets and cast shade on the tarred road during the day stood directly outside her apartment on the first floor and banged against her window. Her room stood completely dark, except for the few rays of head lights that made its way through her window, cast by passing cars. She had enjoyed the sunset view the evening passed and had forgotten to draw the blinds before going to sleep. Her will to get out of bed to draw the blinds was refrained by her weakness and unwillingness to leave the comfort of her bed. She turned to watch her clock that stood underneath her favorite bed lamp. Her digital clock read 23:55 and for a second, she wished daybreak was near so she could endure the constant intruding light that made its way over her eyes. She remembered all those years growing up when she couldn't get anything done without giving it a countdown first.
The branch banged hard...