I slid out of my window that night.I had to see her.The night air was cool on my skin as I walked the short distance between our houses.I peered through her window.
The moonlight streamed through her curtains.She had left them,and the window open , almost like she was waiting for me.
I climbed through her window.Her eyelashes left blue shadows on her skin and the way she was huddled in her blankets reminded me of a sleeping cat, calm and peaceful.Suddenly, she stirred.
I woke up to find a boy crouched at the foot of my bed, his eyes wide with curiosity.A mask,the kind you find at the dollar store, with wide eyes and drawn-on eyebrows rested atop his head.Did he know that I was home alone? Did he-
“Shh!” he said as he pressed a finger to his lips. ”I’m not supposed to be here!”
“W-who are you?”I wondered aloud.
It felt so strange using that name.I hadn’t been called Tim in such a long time that it was almost foreign to me that I was born with the name.Everyone in the house just called me Masky now.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.I shouldn’t have done this, sneaking out in the middle of the night to see someone who shouldn’t even know I existed.But it was too late now.I was about to do something I’d never done before.