Don’t you love it? The midnight breeze…
She stared at the dancing cobwebs that are clinging on her table lamp and sighed under her breath.
Outside, the moon is already at its highest peak; peeking at the sleeping woods and its quiet inhabitants.
It visits me… always; the coolness of it gently brushes my skin.
She proceeds to type on her computer about how the night is always her favorite part of the day. It isn’t about sleeping and dreaming; but what she always look forward to is the night itself. How everything in the dark is peacefully calm; and how cool and gentle the atmosphere in the dark is, despite the idea of darkness being evil and scary.
Control S, Shut Down. In the dark, she stood from her wooden chair and went to the only window in her room.
“I love you.”
She whispered into the night and sighed as she embraced herself. She silently walked to her bed and slept soundly while the moonlight and the cold air accompanied her in her sleep.
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She awoke to a gentle breeze sweeping her short hair and her arm. The serenity of her room given by the moonlight and her drowsiness made everything feel soft and light. Motionlessly pondering about the little things, she very slowly drifted back to sleep. But just as she was about to finally close her eyes, a cool breeze once again swept in her room. It made the curtains dance; making it look like the moonlight is calling her, along with the breeze pulling her.
She pushed herself to face the window, but the little force did something she never expected to happen.
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The Night
Historia CortaDon't you love it? When you leave the window open And the cold evening breeze come in to visit As you sleep under the moonlight And as the stars shine down on you A short story about a girl and her deep love for the nights. Did the night respond? Ye...
