When The Night Came To Life

He carefully lit three candles placed on a dusty table and opened the window a little, exposing a bright moon outside. A gentle breeze welcomed his gesture. He sat on a chair and began pouring his drink, hearing the liquid patter in the empty glass.

A figure appeared from the darkness. It blew the candles, headed towards the gramophone and pushed its needle down. The moonlight fell on a face which displayed beauty as clear as a dew drop. Violins started to echo as she walked towards him, with her long locks tenderly touching her waist. It was like the night had finally come to life. She sat besides him and wrapped him in her arms. He placed his head on her bosom and watched the moon outside.

The next morning he woke up on his chair. The sun was just about to rise, letting in the first signs of light through the window. He opened his eyes and saw the bottle before him, which wasn’t empty, even by a slightest bit. The glass was empty and cold.

For some reason, tears started rolling from his eyes as he managed to smile.