Once there was a street. This street was in the middle of a small neighborhood, called Slumber, located on the edge of a big city. The street was not like a normal street, no. Word around the town was that late at night you could hear it snoring and drool would be found in the morning. However others always said that the “snoring” was the wind and the “drool” was nothing more than morning dew.

One late night I was in the kitchen when my cat started meowing at the door. I had thought that he had just heard something outside so I went to check but he just dashed outside. I started running after him  when I stopped. Right in the middle of the street was a huge hole.

The weirdest thing wasn’t the hole though, it was the way hole was opening and closing timed with the wind like the street was snoring and the hole was a mouth. 

“Taffy stop” I yelled pleadingly as my cat got way too close to the edge, but it was too late he fell down and down until I couldn’t see him. 

Tears rolled down my face. I loved that cat with my life and now he was gone. I fell to my knees as the hole in the street became larger and larger until everything went dark.