Another day ends. As the hum of the night settles as a cool blanket, the girl lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. She clutches her plush toy, and looks out the window of the room, stealing a glance of the moon.
The moon is actually a reflection of the sun’s light, she mused, the lady of ocean tides, of midnight strolls.
However, she waits for the next sunrise, it’s glory bringing on a new day of sun. Or perhaps rain. But she hopes for the sun.
Taking Note 