my attempt at a short story (forgive my poor grammar.)

I opened the windows and saw the night, the cold stars and the pine trees below my windowsill. Leaning out the windows old wooden frame, my eyes dazzled deeply into the stars above, they moved along the sky like dancing dreams of light, it was so beautiful, peaceful, serene. Closing my window I walked back to bed with the nights air following behind me, so cold and clear as it kissed my neck goodnight. I felt content and warm inside my bed as I could feel the soft purr of my cat breathing against my chest, as he crawled quietly upon my blankets, as I lied there staring at my ceiling thinking of the stars outside my window and the tall pine trees standing guard against the howls of the night. and then my cat suddenly awoke! He leaped off my bed and towards my bedroom door and down the hall. I sat up and stared at the lighten doorway and crept out of my bed and peeked across the silent hallway, wondering where my furry fellow friend ran off too. and so, a soft whistle i heard in that moment, it was coming down the hall, its echo moved along the walls and through the dried roses my mother hanged to dry that night. I tip toed quietly across the hall and there I found my older brother sitting on the steps outside the swinging backdoor. small trickles of gray smoke danced through the nights cold crisp wind as it slowly disappeared above his head. A cigarette in hand he held quietly, making no sound he sat there just breathing its smoke. He turned around and saw me standing there and smiled sweetly. His nose was red from the cold, he was wrapped up tightly in his winter jacket as a black scarf kept his neck warm. I smiled back and walked over to the screen door as my fingertips touched the frozen glass. he turned back around and made more clouds of gray. I opened the screen door, "Goodnight" I said as he replied back with "sweet dreams little sister." Walking back to my bedroom I crawled quickly underneath my warm blankets again. Trying to fall back to sleep was impossible though, now, for my mind couldn't escape the thoughts of what my brothers little clouds of smoke were creating for him.

The following morning welcomed our home with a warm kiss. and so did my nose, which woke me, to the smell of poached eggs boiling in the pots in mothers kitchen. Pancakes stood tall, stacked high on rosebud plates lined with silver linings, bleeding layers of syrups and whip creams. Chopped oranges and strawberries in bowls so sweet, how my stomach ached for such. With my fluttering feet running out of bed and down the halls I came to the kitchen with a halt, standing at the kitchens doorway I saw my brother who spent half his night breathing in a package's of little white sticks, he rubbed his eyes roughly an sat there at the table across from me. His blue eyes were sunken in his face, his breathing was slow, his hair was tied tightly in a bun with one of my pink elastics from my room. I sat there with a coffee in hand mother placed down for me, it heated my little fingers from mornings early frost. Looking down at my cup of warm coffee, I smiled and slid it across the table towards his cold fingertips. He looked up at me surprised, then a with a grin he wrapped his hands tightly around the warm mug, his once sunken blue eyes now turned into a sparkle, and that titled grin now turned into a smile.