I lay there, restless in my bed.  I kept thinking I could hear noises from outside my room, but I suppose most of them are just night hallucinations. My hand reaches out, and I turn my digital alarm clock to face my direction. The green light emitted out from the monitor blinds my eyes, forcing me to squeeze them closed in pain. I let out a low, ungrateful moan as the clock reads 1:03am. Great , I thought, No chance in getting a decent sleep in now. My bus came by at six, meaning I’d need to get out of bed around five, and I was not in the mood for that. Suddenly, and without warning, my pencil box fell off of my desk abruptly. Every hair on my body stood up at that moment, my torso immobilized with dismay.  My throat began to seal, and every breath took more effort than the last. A gush of thoughts rushed into my brain, forming a storm of chaos and building upon a greater wall of fear. My thoughts raced on and on, until I finally inched my head to the side, looking past the chair blocking my view, and toward the underside of the table, but saw nothing. I was heavily relieved, my breaths stabilizing again as I readjusted myself under the sheets. I presumed the pencils had only been knocked over by a breeze that must’ve  come from my open window. Which made me realize...I hadn’t opened the now unfurled window to the right of my bed.