Bed Time

Peter heard a faint squeaking sound across from him, on the roof, he look towards the where he heard it, saw nothing, he turned his head slowly around, checking his surroundings, he saw a group of clouds floating across the sky, the half lit moon giving the clouds a pastel texture, the night sky looked like a perfect three dimensional portrait that only Peter could see. He jumped up and took a bite of the air, it tasted like lemon, bitter, strong, he made a grimace when he fell back on his feet, his knees wobbled and gripped gravity once again. Peter flapped his arms and jumped again, he could feel himself get an inch higher off the ground but fell back onto his feet, he was disappointed. "Does she really remember me?" He asked himself, "does she really even care?" He looked back up at the moon, the clouds looked like mountains, slowily gathering around the moon, but not quite dense enough to cover its silver glow, a cold breeze swept in, he shivered, took a deep breath and relaxed. He saw galaxies shining, rats crawling, caterpillars transforming into butterflies at that very moment. It was time for him to get to bed, dream the rest of the night away.