The prompt says: He didn’t want to go out on such a night but..
Here’s what I created.
He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but the moon called him, the cloud veiling her face with the thinnest of gauze. The black velvet sky with diamonds strewn so hapazadly as if by the hand of a careless god called him like siren song. He slithered out the window, down the sanded shingles, and over the glossy drain pipe. The wind sang, running her fingers through his hair, nipping the top of his ear, and calling forward. Nothing lived in the realms of impossibility tonight. He toed off his shoes, breathing in the power of night.
That’s what I created, check out what my friends came up with…