It is the sound of squeaking that wakes me up. I still need to get used to the darkness. The squeaking sound is very soft, as if a rat is exploring the area while scavenging for food. It must have smelled the provisions that are sitting around the treehouse.
When I start to see silhouettes, I sit up. Sherwin is sleeping a meter away from me. Then there’s the sound of clanging. I stand up and open up the cover of the rope ladder to enter the treehouse. Sherwin’s pet is still below, the nightlight is shining against its metallic head.
Another clanging sound but the pet stay put. I close the cover and go to the only window of the treehouse. This will give me a more holistic view of the outside surroundings. I look up. The sky is quiet. Through the holes in the tree’s foliage, the fake moon
