Admist the cold air of darkened night, a figure lands upon the solid earth with  utter grace and silence. With hastened step, he makes his way to the destination of which so clearly he intends. Light, but fast steps he takes as he rushes to the streetlight manifesto of which is to occur.

Tap 1.
Tap 2.
Tap 3.
Tap 4.

On the 4th night of the month, it took 4 rocks, 4 taps to awaken such said desire. With the streetlight's glow as his spotlight.

"Come with me"

Says his voice.

"I can't."

Says her voice.

"Why not?"

"It's past 2 o clock. They won't let me out."

"Then I'll have to come get you."

Up the pillars and walls he climbs to meet her hand to his. Gently, ever so gently, she glides to him.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Helping her, he helps her down from the roof. The field of grass and dirt is their plotted course. It is snowing, cold and white. With his jacket to keep her warm, she skips gleefully around the field.

Then time stops.

Both ever so still and quiet, their eyes meet, and they walk towards each other. They meet, hand to hand, and smile.

They sit upon her roof for however long, because time hasn't started up again yet.

Now they are done, both happy and glad, she sleeps as he walks.