(Writer's Notebook Topic)
Resting in her soft and cozy home/nest, Victoria is situated on the very top of the Golden Gate Bridge and is gazing upon the midnight lights of San Francisco. A few cars are still coasting along the crime-diseased roads and many buildings still lit up. It's as though while the good people drift away into a deep slumber, the city rats wake up and begin the terrorizing. If only this city could just go to sleep, Victoria thought,Oh well, as long as I can manage to squeeze some hours of sleep in, I guess I'll be alright.
The golden sunrise over San Francisco Bay greeted Victoria and awakened her softly with its sweet-tasting mist.
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