Window

You decide to jump out the window. You open it, push the drapes aside and look. “Aim for the bushes.” You think to yourself. “One…Two… Three.” And you’re out and into the bushes. Before you can get up, there’s a flashlight in your face. Then two. “Hold it right there!” they scream. You put your hands up. They slap the cuffs on you and throw you into a waiting patrol car. You’re done.