Night View from the Sill

The dark outside the window turned the whole glass pane into a giant mirror! After climbing out of the plant pot, I tiptoed along the cold painted sill until my shoulder brushed against the heavy grey curtain hanging down. It felt like thick woven rope! I grabbed two big folds with both hands and peeked my face around the edge. Far below across the glass, tiny yellow and red dots of light were drifting along the street like glowing sparks. My heart started thumping fast—there is a whole massive world out there beyond the glass, and I want to jump right into it!