One Winter Night.

One day, on a cold winters night, a cat was laying on an old antique couch staring at the fireplace with its lazy drooping frown. The fire's warm glowing embers seemed to light up the cats face with hues of yellow and orange. Suddenly, the clock struck 10:00 PM. The cat did not seem to bother, nor did it care of the clock's chime of the hour. The cats eyes slowly closed and the fire slowly died out. Time passed, and soon it was midnight and the moons rays were radiating from the curtains onto the dusty antiquated bookshelves. The moonlight had eerie otherworldly feel to it. The noise of the wind blowing amongst the bare trees added to the ambience. Numerous snowflakes were gleaming in the radiance of the moon like a glass chandelier in a fancy dining lounge. Then everything was quiet, in the dead of night.