Friday, January 05, 2007
It's two in the morning and bad dreams have startled me out of bed. Outside the wind howls as it tries to rip the tiles of the roof. At least it sounds that way. A light rain makes everything glitter as if all the stars had fallen from the sky.
It's two in the morning and everyone sleeps peacefully in spite of the angry wind.
Bad dreams have woken me up and tossed me into the night. There is no one outside but shadows and flickering lights.
It's later in the morning and time to wake up.