The wind blew so loud in the stillness of the night. She’s on her reading mode that night. On her bed while sleep’s late on its visit. The curtain dances once in a while because of the wind. Then she peeked out to see it’s bright. Not from the street lights outside their house. But from the moon that shines so brilliantly in the sky. She couldn’t see some stars as the moon glows too bright. Only the scattered clouds were visible. Beautiful. She thought. Then read she did again. Until sleep finally crept in and took her to dreamland. And then the new dawn comes. The coldness woke her up, to this beautiful scenery laid in front of her.
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