Listening to the wind howling
as the storm rages outside.
Chills run down my spine as I
hear the tap-tap-tapping of
claw like branches on the window.
The loud thumps of pine cones hitting the roof.
Fear creeps up on me like a
predator stalking it's prey.
Then the memory of your face pops into my head,
and I don't feel alone anymore.
That simple image is enough to get
me through the night and on to the
morning when I will surely see you
again and I will be safe once more.
