THE WIND
I begin to stir when the doorbell sounds like it’s coming off the hinges. I sit up, rubbing grit from my tired eyes, feeling like I’d just closed them only minutes ago. I check my phone. Huh, it’s nine o’clock! I’d pretty much slept the whole day and most of the evening. I peer out my window. The sun had disappeared behind the horizon, and stars have speckled the dark sky.
The doorbell goes off again, and I throw the covers off and plant my feet on the floor. I drag myself to the living room, yawning, and thinking Jeff had lost his key. Strange, he’s at work this time of night. Too late for the Jehovah's Witnesses.
I make my way to the door grumpy and don’t bother to hide it. “I’m coming!” I shout. “Hold your freaking horses!”
I reach the door, twisting the knob angrily, and s
