I would really apreciate comments since I don't usually write much stories. Comment!!
~Cindy~
Day isn’t hard to live by, it was very hard to stand the night. It yields horrors and mysteries and things no one wants to see. That’s why they like to sleep then. They could easily stay up the whole night, they don’t really need to sleep, but it helps them calm down, it helps bad things become a little better. And when dawn shines blue on their city, things are easier to forgive, and friends become best friends, couples became lovers, teachers become nice, and creatures go by without a trace of fear.
Most of the time they like to sleep on the yellow smush or pink soft. Only those who cast little fear in daylight sleep in dark hardness or tall spikes. But this is rare, very rare.
The few people who tend to swim in the shallows, aren’t told not too. That’s because they can hide easily, especially if they are young. But if older people are found there, they are told to go where it is less likely to be seen. These people often try to go other places, where their kind won’t find them. What’s weird is that there is a place visited by my kind, and a kilometer away is a place where not many of those people know about. Only mine knows, and only I know where to find it.
