A car pulls up outside our house at 3:31 AM. It could be anyone, but I know it's him. I gather my blanket closer to myself, eyes focused on the ceiling and the glow-in-the-dark stickers I put up as a kid. I hear him kill the engine, and I lie there, waiting in silence. When he finally calls and asks me to come down, I know this is it; this is the moment I've been dreaming about. And now it's happening.