Fynn’s Restless Night

The night was cold, wind brushing through the trees and sending loose leaves tumbling across the quiet

street. A star-speckled sky hung over the sleeping town like a watchful eye.

Inside one of the houses, a boy lay sprawled across his bed, the soft lamp light

catching on his dark skin. His black full head of dreads hung just to his eyebrows,

a few strands brushing the back of his neck. Onyx brown eyes stared blankly at

the TV, heavy with exhaustion and irritation. “Fah. I hate nights like

this…” he muttered, rolling over for the fourth time. “C’mon, bro,

just go to sleep. You wannabe insomniac…” He exhaled sharply and pushed himself upright off the