Help me finish my story in good descriptive writing?

The air was crisp and chilly. Fall was definitely here. The moon glowed dimly, a cream disc suspended in the velvet sky, moonlight trickled from the bleeding sky and played on the windowsill, leaching colour from all it touched. Jack jolted up; his eyes were filled with terror. He touched his face to be assured it was only a dream. He had broken out in a cold sweat and was shaken in fear.