A Little Story

Rain is quietly knocking at the window. The sky is grey with white clouds. All people are going with umbrellas. Maybe today it is autumn. The city is sleeping. And I also want to sleep: to close my tired eyes, to cover with my cute blanket and to hug my teddy bear. At this moment I feel some kindness and warmth in my soul. I even want to sleep there for ages. Raing is increasing, it is knocking on the pavement louder and quickly filling the cold puddles.