The moon lit through the window, reflecting through my curtain of red hair as I looked out on the area surrounding my house. Any minute now, I knew he was coming. He always came back, and I would wait here. I had to see him, because even if he didn't know it yet, I was in love with him.
Then, just as I was about to give up for the morning, an almost silent pop echoed faintly in the distance. I focused harder and saw them; a messy mop of black hair and a balding red headed man.
I crawled back into bed, content with that for now.