It was just a night like this on the foggy sky with the almost full moon having its yellow white moires around.. The room was dark as it had been every night after the lights were forced to be turned off. The voices of the young boys were forced to mute too but the wooden lines of the metal bed frames didn't care much when they were cutting the darkness in the room with their sharp talks. Under them even darker than the night falling through the window, shadows were about the start their usual show in the minds of the young bodies. Knowing the boring view of the day time theatre didn't matter much. A story started finding its way from one of the recovered voices towards the middle of the room. The young minds forgot the shadow show quickly, they collected themselves to the barely noticable story. Yet soon enough the story was muted too.. It was just a night like this on the foggy sky with the almost full moon having its yellow white moires around..
