Ending The Night Silently

The night casts a cold sensation that crawls to

every vein that hides beneath the warmth of the

 skin. The cold and the heat fighting for space to

reside. The room becomes cozy as the curtains fell

covering the entire scene outside the window pane.

 The yellow beam of light coming from the little lamp shed a dim vision enough to see what's happening inside. A young man sitting uncomfortably, forming a lasso out of the lace he is holding onto. He stood up and carried his sturdy four-legged furniture, climbed up and set the cord on the ceiling without a halt. Every step he takes means something he could never bring back when the show ends. The tears that were cascading on his face means something he would want to end. Until, he wore it like a crown down to his neck and sleep like a beauty whose spell cannot be undo. Then, soft, white pieces of frozen water fell continuously as the fall began to flourish.