Solitary days and humble nights

Three souls

(Wrote this for an English class and felt like posting it)

The story to be told is one that lays deep within the memories of the one who writes. So forget yesterday for it has already forgotten you. Our story drags on as we travel to the place where our plot unfolds. Don't travel to tomorrow for you have yet to meet today. Our story takes place when the sun drags along the sky causing the days to drag longer. The warm winds providing little relief to its scorching rays. The house in which our plot is thrown into motion is silent. The people that are usually loud in this space are no longer present in this place. The only one left is quiet. Her breath is like that of the night air. Her eyes flutter shut as she falls into the grasp of deep sleep. This grasp is not of the physical. Being hard to escape at times, one can not avoid it. Known by its many names one may call it slumber. Her breathing is keeping a steady pace as her dreams take flight from her body into her very soul. The sun was almost completing its time across the sky as she fully drifts into another reality. Her body is bathed in the warm rays of the sun as they illuminate her room. They dance with the shadows across the walls and down the halls. They dance across her room and wrap themselves around her dreams. But the sun falls on not one but two; two sleeping souls are enclosed but not in the same room. The first we have seen, but now we shall leave. Shrouded by the story, we shall not see the seconds soul. But the sun falls not on two but three. A final soul making a perfect three. This one however is not like the other two. This one hides in the shadows obscured from the light of the day. As silent as the night itself. If the stars could speak around the moon this soul would be the quietest of them all. It's eyes glowing reflecting its soul. Footsteps like clouds. Breath so cold. One could set this soul free on a cloudless night and under the stars it would be masked in a darkness of sight. Even these nights that unfold, the stars whisper around this soul. A child of the moon, as still as the nights sky, on the reflection of water, it is stealth. As they see fit, Eyes that change shape to obscure the light pierce you. Marks that define this soul's personality line across its form thus setting it apart from the others. Steps that seem almost endless, yet at the same time nonexistent to the normal senses. Its senses go beyond that of what we are limited to. It's breath quickens as it hunts its prey. Hidden in the darkness away from the light of day. As it approaches the first, it stirs her awake. There eyes meet for what seem like an eternity. Standing, they break eye contact as it reaches for the door handle. Turning and twisting, it opens the door only to escape into the abyss. What is the soul called you might ask? Well it's called a cat and that's a fact. The door opening creates a noise that echoes throughout the house. Silence the once again fills the house after such events had occurred. The cat still within view turns back for a second. As their eyes meet once again they are broken by a word. The cat raises its voice to communicate with the person. Turning its head from side to side.  The shadows sink into the cat covering it.  The air seems to go though it as if it's not there. As it stands in the hall surrounded by memories of the past. Haunted by the sly reflection that none can see. The cat jumps out of view as our story comes to a close.