The sound of crickets chirping in the night, while cars roar past on the freshly rain soaked toad. The distinctive sound of rubber scrapping on the rocky, wet surface of the road mixed with the melodic chirps of the cricket, they lull me to sleep. My breathes are more conservative, though the sicknesses I posses make my breathing sound harsh and course. Along with my own breathing, the gentle breathing sounding from my cat can be heard.
I love the night.c:






















