[Annie]: 415.Miscellaneous.Drabbles.July

It was a wonderful evening. As I sat next to him I could feel the heat from the fireworks blasting my face. We were a good distance away from where they were shooting them off, but it still reached us. Up in the sky the colors rained down. Silvester's eyes were wide. It was our tradition to watch fireworks together. We had called a truce for one night of the year so that we could have company to watch the fireworks with. No one wants to watch fireworks with a bird or a cat.
"Tweety," he said, "I love fireworks."