November

While everybody sleeps, he walks.
The night slowly passes and he keeps doing his role: he walks arround the house.
Nobody can hear him. Nobody knows about his existence.
The little girl goes downstairs. Nobody can hear him. The glass of water falls on the floor. Everybody sleeps. The girl's scream is muffled. Nobody knows him. The light flickers, twice, and the carpet is all wet. The girl lays down on the floor, pale, all sweaty. He keeps walking. Nobody knows him.