Oleg Roy. (№ 419934)

Night fell again. Silence passed through the apartment soundlessly, looking at the flickering clouds floating on the ceiling - the thoughts of these restless people. Clouds floated, some brighter, others dim. They moved away from each other, then approached, sometimes even intertwined with each other. This happened very often that night, and Silence knew that it happens when people think about the same thing. What a tense, restless night after all. Silence sighed inaudibly and continued its round.