One night I woke up to screams. Screams aren’t that unusual in New York- depending on the thickness of your windows, the streets can be in your bedroom. I wasn’t too concerned at first. But then, they didn’t stop. They kept happening, louder and more persistent. I stood on the blue nightstand in my little bedroom and I peered outside. I was lucky to live in a place surrounded by trees. I was lucky I got home early that night.