Dream with no happy endin. . .

The night was cold, neither the stars nor the moon were barely present. Fog of the night crowded the sky, denying it of its usual soft glow. All creatures had already retreated back into their slumbers while the nocturnal roams. Through a small compact window; a boy laid comfortably in his cosy nest. Yawning, he punched his pillow and retired for the night; for what seems to be yet another pleasant night.

There were few moments of deep thoughts, where the happenings of day flashed one after the other. Dreams...