The autumn wind has been gusting all day, setting the maple tree outside your room swaying to and fro. Safe and warm beneath your covers, you fall asleep to the sounds of leaves rattling softly and a gentle tapping at your bedroom window. It’s a lulling, repetitive sound, and you’re already mostly asleep, so you never stop to consider: the maple tree doesn’t reach your windowpane. It never has.
by MALLORY HOBSON