Cheyenne Power
The normal sounds of the night floated through the open window of the second story, lake shore house, on the wind, lightly touching the ear drums of the figure sleeping peacefully on the bed in the moon bleached room, making it glow a blueish white color. A sigh escaped the woman's lips as she turned onto her side, her back facing the window as her red hair was spread across the white pillow her head was leaning on. Soft strands of music flowed from the radio playing on the dresser to the left of the window, soft and soothing, which accopanied the soft sounds of the rustling leaves, cripping of crikets and lapping of water that came from the lake right out in front of the house. A second part of breathing accompanied the woman's, coming from the medium sized dog curled up at her feet, snoring softly in the pale light. Neon red numbers flashed on the screen of the digital clock on the bedside table, reading out just a few minutes after twelve o'clock midnight, when the soothing sounds of nature coming from outside was suddenly and abruptly interrupted by a splash coming from the lake. A gasp tore from the woman's lips as her eyes snapped open and she sat up, too quickly, tumbling off the side of the bed and falling onto the carpeted floor with a thud. The dog was off the bed in an instant and at the window, barking. The woman sat up.
"Ow...what in the world was that?!" She said, getting to her feet with the help of her bed and reaching over, the pale blue light of the moon being replaced by the soft white light from the lamp sitting behind the digital clock on the bedside table. Pulling herself fully to her feet, Cheyenne hurried to the radio and clicked it off before joining her dog at the window and petting the Golden Retriever between the ears as she looked out the window at the landscape beyond. The smooth looking surface of the lake looked to still be in tact and the tree leaves were still swaying with the soft nighttime winds...nothing looked to be out of the ordinary. Scratching at the back of her neck, Cheyenne frowned, "I...must have imagined it...." She whispered, shaking her head and leaving her bedroom, making her way downstairs to get a drink of water from the kitchen and think for a moment before she would return to bed.
