Literature
Always Loved
The orange, yellow, red, and multi-colored ords of light were lighting up the cold dark night sky. A lone vixen lay in bed hugging her large pillow hoping for the best. Though not deaf at all she never heard a noise outside of her own mind and yet no thoughts came about her. Tears were her only company as they stained her pillow, eyes glancing up often out the window to see the colorful bursts as her knees dug in the bed. Her vision, blurred, she watched as the blooms of light sprang into life and quickly faded into nothing waiting for her lover to return to her. &