Silver Sand
Dusk was there.
The day was coming to an end, taking with it the sounds and colors of the busy town. People were going back from work, kids were called in for super. Slowly, the lights of the houses were turned off, children going to sleep. Parents stayed up longer, but eventually they went to bed too.
The night was beginning, bringing with it the songs of the wind and the light of the moon. Unseen creatures got to work. Tooth fairies were busy collecting memories, and in the secret of the night, shadows went out of their dark hiding places, but the most remarkable thing out there was the work of the Sandman. High above the clouds, the little man was giving dreams. The long strings of golden sand floating in the air were a beautiful sight. Later in the night, these took the form of the dreams of the children the sand touched. Giant or small beasts, the golden forms were everywhere. But all the sand forms roaming the town weren't golden. Many were black: nightmares, ember eyes flaring in the dark. Yet, a few of the forms weren't golden or black.
In a dark bedroom, multi-coloured sand was swirling around the head of a boy, telling him of what once was, of what might be.
Not everyone was able to sleep. Through a window, a girl was looking at the golden sand. She was too old to believe in holiday spirits, not quite a child anymore. Yet, she was still able to see the sand. Opening the window, the girl smiled and reached for a strand of sand passing near her. Where her fingers touched it, the golden sand turned to silver, the phenomena expending to a great amount of sand. Seemingly thinking it was enough, the girl cut contact. She closed her eyes and reached out with her hand; the silver sand slowly took the form of a huge falcon. Satisfied with her work, the girl climbed out of her window and onto the back of the great bird.
Together, they flew into the night, as bright as the moon.