The Thing in My Window

I finally made friends with the thing in my window There's no people left in my town.

Just me. Me and it. It comes to my window, but only at night. Every day,

I wait for the sun to go down, so when it comes, we can talk. Well,

I talk to it. It never really talks back, just moves it's jaw up and down

and opens it's mouth. I think it's trying to learn our language. Even though it doesn't understand me,

it always shows up every night. At first I was afraid of it. It's a bit jarring

and unpleasant to look at, even if that sounds a bit mean. The first time I

caught it out of the corner of my eye I felt my heart stop for a moment. It's eyes are sunk