I like it here. The rain pours down outside, and here I sit, staring out of the window into the darkness. Brown hair falls gently down to my neck, framing my tan face. A sigh escapes my lips as my grey green eyes close for a moment, blinking out into the dark night. The bed was purposefully pushed up against the window, for I had forever enjoyed being close to the out doors.

I’ve always liked the night. It hides things from us, thoughts, feelings, and enhances your imagination. Have you ever believed in a monster? The only place where you would expect to find something like that would be in the dark of night. The darkness masks things that we want hidden, or even things that we want to be found.

Wind whistles past my window, sending a grin to my face, my eyes lighting up, wishing that I could be out there now, blown away by the wind. Chipped black nails scrape at the glass of my window, my own room feeling like a prison cell, with no means of escape.

My eyes snap to attention from their faraway gaze when I hear the soft squeaking of my door being opened, a soft whisper asking for entrance into the sacred space of my room. Entrance is not easily gained for many, but for a few, there will be an acceptation. A slight nod of my head, and a soft smile is all the answer they need as the door gently swings open, enough for them to get through, and then closes again behind them, without a sound, save a dull creek.

I hear the soft pad of feet as they walk towards me and sit next to me, the bed shifting with their weight. I stay motionless, my eyes still focused out the window, knowing that we could sit in silence without a problem, because friendship doesn’t need words.

They let out a soft chuckle and I felt an arm wrap itself around my shoulder, pulling me away from the cold window, towards their warm body. I let myself be gently torn away from my dark glass friend, my consort, my hand loosing contact with the cold window. They chuckle again and hold me close to them; I could feel the smile coming across their face, though I was still gazing out the window. I shiver, even though I’m comfortable in their arms.

His voice surprises my thoughts, loud, in a gentle rich feel. “It’s raining.” He had the ability to sate the obvious, and sound most profound, at least in my eyes. He knew I liked the rain, loved it even, though that foreign word wasn’t part of my vocabulary. In a comforting sort of way, he knows everything about me, from my hopes, my fears, to my aspirations, and I him. “I’m glad it is, you seem content.” He says again, having an inability to whisper, though I smiled, hearing how well he knew me.

I tilt my head up at him and my brown hair falls away from my eyes, leaving them unmasked for him to read. The smile stays on my face as I wrap my arms around his torso, finding his warmth comforting in the cold of the apartment, though I couldn’t have been happier. “I like it here.” I say softly, letting my words fade into the darkness around us. I had promised. Promised us this four years ago, that we’d get away from it all; escape. I’d said that as soon as we could we’d get away from that horrible town, and find a better place, and we had, and couldn’t be more content.

I let out a soft yawn, the early hours of the morning sneaking up on us so soon. I felt as he draped a soft blanket over the both of us, warming me up, knowing that I was always cold. “So do I…So do I.” He grins, hugging me tighter, a reminder of the inseperable friendship we shared; the both of us glad to have found the place to call our home at last.