The Branch

 

I can't sleep in my new home. It disturbed me!

It was a low clinking noise. I half opened my eyes and looked at the window. The branch of a tree outside my bedroom window was waving in wind and tapping the glass. 

It looked like long, slender finger bones of a skeleton knocking the window. I tried to get back to sleep, but can't. I tightly closed my eyes and ears with a pillow. Perhaps that's the only thing I can do now, since I was very tired of the shifting. It must be of a tree in the backyard. I regret for not looking at the backyard once. I have to cut it off in the morning, I thought myself. 

Somehow I slept and woke up with puffed eyes and went to the backyard, only to see empty ground and that there are no trees for several foot from that bedroom window.