the quiet of the night
The quiet of the night
By Pet Yee
The night was quiet with not a single soul stirring from a restful sleep. Though within the silence a lone creature with hollow eyes that stared at an unmoving screen watched. The wox was eagerly waiting, wanting the screen to move but to no avail. Even though the night was quiet the strange blue and green creature enjoyed the time. Many other creatures would draw insanity and sadness, but he drew happiness and joy from it. Most have called him mad but with a shrug he turned and walked away with his tail swishing behind. It was a time for him to reflect on the daily hustle and bustle of normality. Though before the depressive thoughts of all the bills and arguments can settle in his mind. He then begins to think of his loving mate who he loves so undoubtedly. Even though they live apart every moment he gets with his beautiful fox is a true moment to treasure. Though alas even though tomorrow is yet another day apart it is one less day and night till they shall be together once more. Then all of a sudden with a whoosh and a bang the silenceof the night is broken. The wox quickly perks himself up and darts to his post realising the night has almost ended. He bows to the people who passed him while he says "hello" and "good morning" to them quite cheerfully. Most just nodded back in acknowledgement with their once restful sleep now nothing but a forgotten memory. That is what the wox didnt miss about the daily mundane routine of the day worker. The loud noises and the hatred that people threw about each other because they had no one to truly love and miss. But he just stood there wagging his fluffy tail knowing that today was one less day and night till he sees his mate but all he has to listen to in work is isthe quiet of the night.