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There is a creature living outside my window; that I'm pretty sure of. It only comes out at night, sits by my window and makes weird noises at regular intervals (one, two, three, croak, one, two, three, croak). Sometimes when I can't sleep at night I just lie there and listen to the medley of sounds outside my window, sometimes their odd noises are strangely comforting, a steady, reliable symphony so different from the weird thought processes being hashed and rehashed in my mind. Sometimes I let my brain wander while listening to these noises; that is how I figured there is a creature living outside my window anyway. At times I wonder if this awkward, steady rhythm it possesses is a gift or a curse; whether it comes to this creature just like breathing comes to us, or perhaps a habit picked up over time (like walking, or lying), or something forced upon it (like responsibility). Most times I decide it is a curse, a mark of a creature of the damned, condemned to being the only constant thing outside my window, while everything inside is changing faster than you can say hell.