It rained heavily that night. A window was open and an irregular burst of heavy droplets falling on the awning woke her with a start, like someone was tapping on the window.
She turned out the light and waited in the darkness, half-turned to the window, watching for movement. She thought she could distinguish the tapping from the rain, and that the tapping had stopped when she’d turned off the light. Moving as slowly as possible, she slid out of her bed and crawled to the foot of the window. A rumble of thunder frightened her, and made her think that someone was sliding her patio furniture. She waited, shivering in the cold, until she had convinced herself that what she’d heard had actually just been thunder.
Finally, she lifted herself up to the window, but the only thing she could make out in the darkness and the rain was her own reflection.