Tap. Tap. Tap.
Molly decided that she will spend the evening in her room, after finishing off with a straight 13 hours shift at the morgue. She tapped at the window glass, again. And turned towards the bed, Tody has managed to neatly wrap himself up between the sheets and was snoozing away.
It is close to one in the night. The light from the street below is coming in, in sporadic beams. Sometimes, a car engine or a faint horn can be heard in the distance.
And Molly. Molly's eyes are wide open.
Sleep will not be coming to her tonight or rather today, may be. And neither will the dreams, that has plagued her for the most part of the past three days. Maybe.
She wondered, if she can just leave through the door and cruise out and around the city by her own. Though will it be safe?
Probably not.
Also it was too cold outside. A chill has seized its surrounding. Molly has at least sneezed three times before making herself a cuppa.
Now to the dreams, again. They were not strange. They were not unwelcomed.
Though they were not necessarily welcomed, either. She is supposed to have passed that stage, become more mature and more in tune with the pragmatic ways of the world.
She is feeling that thing again. She was supposed to have stopped feeling such. She has not so long ago made a deal with herself, to be strong. To hold back the tears. To forgive and forget him.
No such luck it seems, though. They have never left, lurking just behind the shadows. The shadows residing in her mind.
She looked up again at the window. The glass is fogged, now.
She started drawing a face with one of her finger pads. A face is drawn – a hollow circle. Then two dots, depicting eyes. She hesitated for a movement. A pregnant pause. Whether to draw the curve of the mouth – upwards or rather down? A distant car horn was heard.
She returned to her bed and closed her eyes.
Today will not be the day or the time to reveal what should not be revealed. Not to crumple away the façade. Or not to put up the hackles.
Tonight is not the night. The curve of the mouth is upwards. A smiling face on the glass. Not really inconspicuous, it is open up for the outsiders to view. Ones who cares to, that is.
A soft sigh echoed through out the room.
Breathing evened out. And lights has got dimmed further.
The window started fogging up again. Obscuring the face – bit by bit.