of Fear

Night, the fourth hour, the thunder before the thunderstorm. At home no one except the cat, long tortured spread on the kitchen floor. I decide to go to bed - maybe I will still be able to fall asleep, tomorrow, probably today, to work. I get up and go to the balcony to close the windows. I stop at the open window and, hanging up with the upper part of my body on my shoulder, scattered looking down from the 9th floor... and here someone gently but pretty strongly pushes me in the shoulder forward. In horror, I get stuck with my cramped fingers into the frame, I sharply turn my head... and I see that it is from the weight of my body that the window began to shut itself, shit.