I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I saw

him there. He stood against my window.

His

forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes

were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red,

cartoonish grin.

And he just stood there in the

window.

My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son

was in his crib and I couldn't move I froze and

watched him looking past me through the glass.

Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a

hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me.

With matted hair and yellow skin and face through

the window.

I couldn't do anything. I just stayed there, frozen,

feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into

my home. He stood against my window.