The Winds In the Night

I always wondered why I came to the woods after school. Of course, Hailey calls it a "bad habit" but I really never listen to here. I see people stare at me when I sit near a tree and do my homework. I sometimes complain how uncomfortable I am, but I never move. I also complain about my hair getting stuck on the bark of the tree, yet I don't move my hair. I don't know why though. But, every time I sit under that tree, I feel closer to it. Like we have a relationship. But not just that tree, no, I meant the woods. I almost feel a string around my waist being pulled into the woods. When it first happened, I didn't want to at all. But, after three semesters, I just go myself without the string. Oh, and, that's not all. In the night, when I sleep, let me tell you, I have to leave my window open. No matter what. Even if it's raining, I have to open the window, just not the screen. I hate that part. I have to grab my towels from the bathroom and do it. I mean, the more Landry, the better! Wink wink, wink wink wink. But, the worst of it all, is midnight. I hear someone talking to me through the window. The voice sounds like a man's, most likely 20. Keep in mind, I'm 20. He always talks about owls, or wolfs, or sometimes, he even talks about the night. Whenever he talks about the night, my eyes get super heavy, even if I was wide awake a second ago. When I actually try to sleep, I just lie in my bed. But most times, I sit up, get in a comfortable position, and look out the window talking with him. Heck, a few weeks ago, he told me not to be scared of the woods. He told me that a lot of people are attracted to the woods. Says it's a morbid fascination. Yeah, right.