I Love to Write

At night ....

As she lays on her bed , she sits up wondering how amazing life is , yet how small she feels , as she slides one foot out of her bed then the other she walks over to her bedroom window looking down her street , nobody about , she looks up as she sees a shooting star passes by , her face smiles as she brushes her hair over her ear , she sits waiting as each star twinkles , her only noise is her breathing ,