ADistantLullaby131

She dances with a wish on her shoulders that is too heavy at times, especially when the light of the evening beckons her closer to the sky, the moon calling out her name as she smiles a smile only found on an evening like this one, when the clouds are like cotton puffs against the sheerness of an occasional star. She swings herself round and round, the wood beneath her pink-painted toes creaking a slow, languid piece of prose, the fireflies playing hushed music crafted together with light. She throws her hands in the air in a way that makes her look as if she is reaching for something bigger than herself. The strap of her lilac dress slips be