Surprise

On a silent night I lie in bed and dream.

The winter wind whispers and calls my name so I wake.

A tap against the window captures my attention,

But I turn my back and slip under the covers.

My eyes are crusted in a sticky goo.

The cars outside squeal and screech against snow patterned roads.

A louder, repetitive tap at the window and my eyes jolt open.

I rub my eyes, lift the covers and weasel out of bed.

I stumble through the darkness and melancholy wokeness.

The wind calls to me again and repeats my name in a gentle haunting tone.

The glass from my window is shattered and a rush of snow and frigid air races in.

A boot climbs through the broken glass and crunches the pieces on the floor/

A familiar smile eases my racing heart and calms me.

My love wanted to try something new and exciting.

The erotic episode that followed would indeed make it worth it.

I still expect him to pay for the window though.