Snoring, the sound shattered the night air, but, a boy, called Alex, had staid awake through the night. A splash of purple shone in the abyss as a car moved briskly across the track. The artist (which was Alex) had painted his room.

“Crash!” came a noise, a noise he had never heard before. Illuminating the room, all the lights switched off.

Step by step, trying to keep as quiet as Alex could, he made his way down the stairs. Poking his head through the door, an elephant was sat in Alex’s chair and playing Alex’s violin.

He was happy.