I’m back home now and that means, among other things, I can finally sleep with my window open again. I couldn’t at school because it was too cold, but really I don’t keep it open for the temperature. I do it for the sounds. I like falling asleep to the sounds outside. I like the rustling of the leaves in the wind, the taping of branches, the crash of glass. Somewhere, a dog barks. A distant car growls its way through an intersection. A man shouts aggressively, then painfully. A baby’s cries are stifled. Wood splinters apart. Something is dragged across the grass and torn apart with snaps and crunches. I fall asleep.