Night time
I
stare into space without a doubt. Not a worry, not a care. My dad walks out of
the house and stands beside me staring into my glittering blue eyes. “Whoo whoo,”
cry the owls as they fly past. I see a shape on the balcony. I touch it. It
feels soft and fluffy.
“I
know that purr from somewhere. It’s Misty my cat,” I tell my dad. Then Zara
walks up to my side. I pat her on the head, and then I look at the twinkling stars.
“Hey Dad, I can see the Southern Cross!” I called to him. I walk to bed, jump
in, fall asleep and dream all night long.
By
Charlotte
No comments:
Post a Comment