Night.
Night time is the time between ten and six in the morning, roughly calculated.
Night time is the time when all lights are blown out, when all windows are being closed, when all human voices, screams and whispers, fall silent and turn into deep, regular breaths.
Night time is when you sleep peacefully in your bed and dream of tomorrow.
Night time is, to put it short, the time when the human body rests and gathers energy to make it through the following day.
Night time is necessary, even if you're stubbornly pointing out that "eight hours sleep is too much for a child if it's a busy one!" while trying to escape your night robe.
Yes, I can hear you sleep, turning your head a bit, clutching the sheets in your petite hand, I can tell you really need to sleep, no matter what you say. Every night at ten, your body will become tired and you will go to sleep and then wake up after you've had your important rest, the second most important rest after death...
That is, if you're human.
There are those eyes that never sleep, those crimson, burning eyes that stare out from the same window every night, they never close. They see everything, every bat fluttering its wings in the full moon, every rat squeaking in a corner somewhere when a black cat slowly sinks its claws in the warm flesh, they see all the creatures of the night. And the black cat stares back in those red eyes and lowers its cat head as a greeting. "Hi there, friend".
The owner of those pretty eyes, ice cold and at the same time so unbearable hot, he hasn't slept a night since he was born. He has an own bed, sure, and he even laid down in it once, his first night in the mansion, just to see how it was. It was really strange. Almost as strange as to actually put a piece of cake in his mouth to try it. It was the cake of his which was the favourite dessert amongst all the humans that had tasted it, and they claimed they got nice and full after eating it. "Waa it's almost too good, you know! Take it out of my room immediately or I won't be able to concentrate on my work!" was one of the compliments he had got, and it was from his Master of all people, even if he had been very irritated at the time. So he had tasted it. It was as if he was just closing his lips around thin air, and the taste of ash lingered in his mouth the whole day. Not his cup of tea, in other words.
He blinked to get rid of the irritating layer of dust that had made its way into his eyes, and turned away from the window. The black cat lost sight of the beautiful red spots which it always searched for, night after night, and always found in the same window. Ah well.
Sebastian sat down on the bed and pondered. Night time was sort of a rest for him too, he thought, since he really had nothing to do. It was actually very boring and frustrating at the same time, the only thing he did, he thought, was to sit here and ponder. About many things. And sometimes loose his track and end up thinking about something else than what was his intention. He got very irritated with himself, yes. This wasn't very good, to loose himself in thought like that. Like this. He thought, that this state was just something that occurred because he had nothing better to do, he didn't have to think about today's dinner, about preparing tea, about cleaning up after his impossibly clumsy staff, or to track down Jack the Ripper. That was why he every night stared out the window in this room. After a while, he would get tired of it and turn around to sit on the enormous – and very soft – bed in the corner. It was always the same room, remember that. Night after night, in this bored state, he always ended up watching his Master's petite frame under the thick blanket, sleeping peacefully like everybody else.