I sat awaiting him. He had not told me he would visit me tonight but I knew he would. He had never missed a night.

I sat awaiting him. It was getting late but I knew he would arrive. Every creak of the stairs or tap on the window facing the big oak tree outside my room would make my heart beat faster. I slowly started to doubt my previous certainty that he would come. He said he wouldn’t. Why did I think otherwise?

The quiet course of beats pulsing from my radio left me alone with only the music and my thoughts. The hums from the radio were lulling me into a sleep I had not planned for. I had been waiting for awhile now. The song was changing. A new, hastened beat, one that woke me up. I was attempting to recall the title when he entered.

I had never even heard him coming up but then again, when did he ever make a noise? He was as silent as the dead.