Have you ever wandered lonely through the woods?

And everything there feels just as it should

You’re part of the life there, you’re part of something good

If you’ve ever wandered lonely through the woods

This song that reminded me of going camping with my dad. He would plan these elaborate family getaways in the summer that my mom and sister would bail on. I never cared, because my dad made it fun. He would have some great advice about this whole thing I’m sure.

Startled out of my thoughts, I hear a quiet knock at my window. No one has knocked on my window since high school. Tentatively walking over, I lift the blinds to scold the culprit. Of course. It’s Bette.

“Want some company?”

“Bette, why are you here? And knocking on my window?” I ask her, truly confused. I thought that she would be asleep in Grace’s room or something. Not standing here alone with me separated by a window in the middle of the night.

“I brought sparkling cider to toast our first experience in the fishbowl. Is now a bad time?” She asks. I wonder if she is truly lost her mind. The fact that’s she’s here at all is bad. But coming over in the middle of the night, sneaky over really, is insane.

“Bette, this is insane, you know that you shouldn’t be here. Is Grace in her room or is she at your place?”

“She’s in her room asleep, T. Can you let me in, please? I feel a little like Romeo down here.”

“Well you can’t come in through the front, it’ll be too noisy.”

“I figured that you would say that so I have a back-up plan. Check it out.” I do and I see that she brought a step stool with her. I’ve got to give her credit for covering all of her bases.

“Bette Porter.” I say rolling my eyes and making a way for her climb through. She also had a rope tied to the step stool so that it wouldn’t be left suspiciously out by my window. She’s so cute that I chuckle despite myself while she climbs in.

“Ok, so now you’re in. What do you want?” She doesn’t answer me. Instead opting to smile and cock her head to the side. I think I lick my lips involuntarily. Clearing my throat I begin, “I have to work so, I won’t be much company.”