The wind is a bullet, shooting though the night sky, whistling though the trees and piercing the blanket of the night sky. The stars gleam down on me just like my little sisters eyes did when I just saw her. The moon shines upon my window, like my bed lamp blinding my eyes. My bed room over looks the beach with lapping waves that wash up on the sand dunes and some wear a seagull was perched on the jetty. Nobody is awake other than of course me. If only, I could explore the night. And its features beyond my sightings. A rain drop dribbled down my window, and sleep comes across me.
By Izzy
