text: It was quite a silent night. Usually, I could hear the engines of cars outside my apartment window, roaring down the street, trying to bustle off to a location unknown to my mind. I could still hear the cars, but tonight, it seemed as if it were more of background noise, instead of the nuisance it usually was during these late hours. I sighed, shaking my foot lightly as I read my book in the dim light of my bedside lamp. Suddenly, I felt a claw bat at my foot. I chuckled. It was most likely my cat, who was usually very energetic during the nighttime. Then again, she always has been this ball of spunk, but seemed to prove more so when the moon had shown. I put down my book for a moment, and looked at the end of the bed, her claws tickling my foot. I'd jerk from side to side of my bed, and occasionally sliding my foot down the entirety of the covers. She was so fast. I couldn't even see her in such dim light though. Then I hear the sound of my door creak open. Slowly, feeling a tinge of fear, I look to see what is causing the sound. It's my cat. I turn to look at the end of my bed. It's not my cat.