“There’s a man outside the window.”, my mind said. 
“There’s no one outside this window.”, my mind said. 
See a face, two eyes, a mouth staring back at me 
as I sat crunched up at the corner of my sofa in fear, weeping. 
What happens if I sleep? If I move? Was this person really there?   
The clock hand moved.  12 am to 6 am.  
Tick tock tick tock 
“There’s no one outside my window now.”