It was twelve o’ clock at night, when the restaurants, theaters and cafés close their doors and their patrons sent to the street after working for an hour more than usual on a weekend night, with the traffic still heavy on the roads, with the cars zipping and occasional cruising of the police patrolling cars with their sirens on.
The night was getting cooler with the freezing breeze and the snow was getting harder. The night seemed completely changing from what it was two hours back with no star shinning in the sky, though it wasn’t cloudy. There was silence looming everywhere, with no noise of the zipping cars and the lights which have gone down completely, increasing the feel of horror. This was unusual at this time of the year, where the weather generally is much hotter.
A six foot, two inch tall tired and lazy, sun burned face and auburn hair, brown eyes with merry and arrogant; a black t-shirt, mustard-coloured breeches; sleeping and hands clutched to the blanket on the couch like bolls of cotton. The cool air engulfed the whole room flown through the open window. The room was pitching dark, with no hint of light coming of anywhere. The sudden change in the climate had no effect on him till the pitch had gone to a highest volume set on the phone. The drowsy effect left him with no energy to move a little forward and look at who was calling. He again slept, thinking it as a nightmare. Once again the phone rang; this time the volume was much higher than earlier.
He woke up, cursing the person who has called him at this time of the night and squints on to his phone’s display, unable to read the characters in his drowsy state. He removed his blanket a little and suddenly felt a cold air gripping his body with chillness, which almost froze him. Without caring much about who has actually called, he wrapped the blanket around the body, with the lower part of the blanket getting dragged onto the floor, started to limp towards the open window; kicking and stamping everything which came on his way, with his half closed eyes.
His eyes brightens up, upon meeting the peculiar black sky, while stretching his hands to close the open window, to a unusual sky with neither the stars nor the moon nor it had signs of being cloudy and darkness has engulfed the whole city. While closing the window he found two unusual things with the phone and the open window, which was set on silent and closed the window before sleeping. After, much thought while walking back to his couch and the phone still ringing in a high pitch, he felt he has never done these before he slept and maybe it was yesterday or the day before.
Falls onto the couch lazily, fully tired; back to sleep with hands clutched back to his blanket. Woke up suddenly, to a sense of change with the window open again and the phone again ringing, his suspicion grew with fear and horror. He crushed his face deep into the smooth fabric of the couch; his hands to his chest and back to sleep, when his eyes reluctantly, much to his fear met the Clichéd numbers on display.
