Weeks had gone by since my night with John. I still was in disbelief that it happened. I was still unsure if it wasn't a dream. Nights I laid awake waiting for his return with no contact, no signs, no sounds, nothing but the quietness of this small country town.

One eerie fall night as the cool air rolled across the fields, I decided I needed a shower before I went to bed. As I was washing up under the hot water, I felt the presence of someone watching me. At first, I was creeped out by the feeling I was being watched, but then I thought maybe it was John. Maybe he was there watching me shower, so I continued washing and got out. I dressed as I usually do for bed, which at the time, was just my white undies and a white T-shirt. As I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my body, I whispered, "John If you are here, I am ready for you."