The house was silent for everything but the quiet steady sound of rain hitting the roof, the relaxing crackle of the fire in the fireplace, and the scratch of pen on paper. All lights were off but the fire cast enough light for the little girl that laid in front of the fire scribbling in a notebook. Her mind was alive with stories of adventure and magic. She laid on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, feet swinging back and forth in the air, and her head bent over her notebook. A bed of pillows were underneath her and a sleeping cat curled up next to her. The look on her face was filled with excitement and laughter, although she dared not laugh out loud unless she wanted to be discovered out of bed pass her bed time. The fire snapped, crackled, and popped as swords crashed against each other, dragons roared, and magicians cast spells in her mind.
Then the clock struck twelve and the chimes started and the girl stopped writing. She glanced up at the grandfather clock and placed her pan down. Turning to the cat next to her she gave her a soft pat on the head as she whispered "happy new year". The cat moved a little and sleepily purred. A smile stretched across the girl's face as she rolled away from the cat to lay on her back. Staring up at the ceiling she started thinking of all the new possibilities of the new year. New people to meet, new places to visit, and new adventures to be experienced. She fell asleep there in front of the fire, with the cat moving closer to her again, her notebook laying open waiting for the story to be finished, and her thoughts filled with the possibilities of the new year.
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