She sat beside the window, on the ledge. Her legs pulled towards her so that ankle touched bottom and knee, *****. Her shoulder angling towards the outside world. That awkward angle, yet slender and graceful the curve it creates.
The moon outside her window has waited till this haunted hour, when her thoughts are freed. She can feel the reverberating breathe of the night, the smokey wood aroma - like nothing else, enters her and she is uplifted.
This gift of midnight, given so freely. This is the story of the girl that fell in love with the moon.