Sleepless Night
There it was, the darkness fills in the space with shimmering stars and moonlight. The sound of the chirping birds has been replaced by the sound of the late night owl calling its longing to the moon; the origin its kind. As the night cloud covering the moon, so has the sound of the owl; as the thing that it wanted has been taken away.
And there is me; lying on my bed, covering myself with the couverture; gazing out my window looking upon the stars. As I heard the grandfather clock in the living chimes three times, I know it is late yet my eyes decided to have its own time fascinating to the night sky.
There it was, a shooting star. I was excited, I was thrilled and inside me filled up with joy. It took me around five seconds for my mind reminding itself to make a wish. So I clutched both of my hand and put it o my chest as I close my eyes; wishing about you, for you and being with you; pure silence surrounds me.
And when I finally open up my eyes, there was no more night, no more starts, no more moonlight and no owl. All has been replaced by the view of the sun rising and the birds chirping welcoming the day. It is one night that I felt short in time.
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