Ambrose sat on the edge of the lake, peering across it's wide surface. The moon's soft glow reflected of the shining water, dancing off the small laps and waves that it made in a neat little show. Ambrose had always loved the night, it was quiet and peaceful and allowed him all the time in the world to do whatever he so pleased. Who was gonna catch him flying around the campus at midnight? No one. Who was gonna notice if he put on a little flaming light show for himself in the dead of night? Not a single soul. He was free to do as he pleased when it came to the night. It was his time.
But, then, why was he sitting here idly on the edge of the body of water? Perhaps it was because he had done all that and more before. He was unmotivated, nothing sounded appealing to him. So with that on mind, Ambrose simply sat there, not knowing what to do with this night.
But, then, why was he sitting here idly on the edge of the body of water? Perhaps it was because he had done all that and more before. He was unmotivated, nothing sounded appealing to him. So with that on mind, Ambrose simply sat there, not knowing what to do with this night.