At first the noise was incorporated into my dream. Ice. Hale. Hitting the windows of a car. Me, inside.


My eyes opened slowly, and I fought of the remaining dregs of sleep that enfolded my consciousness. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, sure I had imagined it.


Something small, hitting my window and falling away. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears, my heart racing. I crept over to the window.


A rock. No, a pebble. No cracks in the glass, at least. Outside I could hear the tree frogs serenading each other.

I opened my window as another pebble came sailing in from somewhere outside. It hit me sharply on the side of the face.

“OW!” I half-whispered, half-yelled.

“Is that you? I’ve been out here for almost an hour!” came a voice from the ground. I looked down to see him standing under my window.

“Jesus, don’t do that to me!”

Laughter. “Get out here. The meteor shower starts in…,” he checked his illuminated watch. “Fifteen minutes!”

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