Thursday 31 May 2012

Midnight Marauder




The clock is ticking in time with the raindrops pitter-pattering against the widow.
The sky is dark outside; illuminated slightly by the streetlamp, which is making the rain on the windows sparkle like the shimmering fairy lights across the fireplace.
Music drifts lazily over to me like a hazy mist lingering in the room.
Traffic rumbles past and disappears into the darkness.
Midnight stretches out his shiny black paws and starts to clean himself, in the hope that he’ll be allowed to stay the night…
Unfortunately for him, he isn’t…
But maybe he can stay a little bit longer…