She sits on the terrace under the curtain of the night sky with about a dozen stars gazing at her charmingly and the bright old full moon watching her with curiosity, as the gentle breeze whispers to her.  With her old worries and new wounds circling her mind, she drinks in the beauty of the night and tries to get high each night dreaming of a bright future.  Despite the days getting awfully long and out of her control, her life dwindling and swirling in uncertainty, she is her only anchor as no-one no more tells her anything she wishes to hear.  Her sleep robbed, she has become a woman of the night as exhausted and spent she is. But she still yearns and works towards the dreams she believes in and takes solace in the beauty of the night.