On the morning my sister's cat, Esme, went missing, we were as frantic as the Greek king Sisyphus moments after receiving his boulder. 

Esme's Organized Plan

It was a sunny day in the streets of Manila when Esme quickly went out without us knowing that she wanted to find someone who got her mesmerized a few days ago.

With twinkling eyes as she soul-search, she didn't think of any people but only herself and the love for a guy cat named, Hans.

On the other side of the coin, Hans peacefully sleeps on the carpet. But all of a sudden, a "meow" brought him up to get awakened by Esme that sneaked on his windows while sleeping.

As he got astounded by what he saw, he ran to the room of his owner, secretly blushing as he identified himself in love with the gorgeousness of Esme when he first saw her.

Where's Esme?

On the other hand, while Esme is looking for love.

My sister panicked when she found out that Esme was missing as she never come back ever since 10 hours ago.

Our mother thought that maybe, she was just looking for rodents. But my sister said that Esme wouldn't do that as she is a queen of prowess that will catch your heart and attention.

Believing in Love

Awaiting the possibility that Esme will come back to our house that day, this was the first time my heart pounded tears of joy.

Truly, happy endings only happen in fairytales. But Hans finally had the courage to meet Esme, and they took the path to our house like they were a stash of chocolate sweets walking down the aisle as newlyweds of the town, in love with each other

Truly, among beds of clouds, Esme was the queen. 

~love, rhyah.

Introductory: On the morning my sister's cat, Esme, went missing, we were as frantic as the Greek king Sisyphus moments after receiving his boulder. (Simile)

Conclusive Statement: among beds of clouds, Esme was the queen.  (Personification)

Introductory and Conclusive Statements were from Cumulus by Ryan Leyco Faura | 

Simile, Metaphor, Implied Metaphor, Personification, Hyperbole, Allusion, Idiom,

Pun, Onomatopoeia, and Alliteration | Literary Charcuterie