A Knock At The Door

You awoke to the sound of someone knocking at your door.

When had you fallen asleep? The sun had been low in the sky when you lay down but now it was dark outside, the street lights casting your bedroom into an orange relief of shadows.

The knock comes again and you shuffle down the hall to the front door. The wall clock claims it is nearly 3 AM and so you let the door open on the chain, glancing through the crack to see who it is that is calling at this time of night.

In the street lights, you can make out the unmistakable shape of the last person you expected to see.

“Angela?” You ask in shock.

“Can I come in?” She replies simply, her voice low and filled with tension.