“Mummy there’s a man in the window.”
“It’s your imagination sweetie. Remember what your doctor said.”
Violet shrugged and stretched. The legs on the ladder vivid in her view. The medication promised to fix that. She turned her attention to her breakfast. Several bites and pills later, she glanced at the window – empty. Violet sighed with relief and went about her day without incident.
The moon shone bright into Violet’s room. She woke with dry mouth and tip-toed to the kitchen for water. The ladder rested against the window. Her heart pounded and she sprinted into her mother’s room. Two naked bodies, tangled between the sheets and muffed giggles ignored her. The curtains flapped with the wind against the the top of the ladder.