Footprints

 
There were tiny little footprints on the outside of the window, and she had no idea where they came from.

They weren’t bug prints, and they weren’t mouse prints (a mouse couldn’t make prints like this unless they had access to one of those skyscraper window washer get-ups).

It was a mystery.

Later, she realized that the Christmas wreath hung over that window, and that’s what made the marks, not little creatures trying to get in.

Whew!

Later still, she touched the window from the inside and erased a tiny footprint.

Wait.

The little creatures were trying to get out.