She tossed in her bed, but she could not sleep. Finally, she gave up trying and sneaked out of the bed, carefully, not wanting to disturb her mother. She tip-toed to the other room and slowly turned on the light. She stood there alone in the room, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light. Then she leaned against the wall, one hand on her waist thinking, what to do. She glanced at the clock, it was 2am, she sighed. She walked towards the chair and sat there, resting her chin on her palms.

A soft breeze blew, the curtain fluttered, she looked at the balcony door, and caught the glimpse of a lone star, twinkling. She opened the door softly and stepped out in the balcony. She leaned against the railing, the cool iron felt freezing cold against her bare arms. A soft breeze made her satin gown flutter while her bare feet rested on the cold tiles. One foot flat on the ground and the other swaying softly on its toes. Her eyes were fixed at the star, as it twinkled alone in the dark night. It appeared to her as if the star was dancing, merrily to a silent song which the breeze sang. The black sky was its dance floor and she was the lone audience.