It was a cold night, she lay awake in her bed, a blanket over her head. It was quite late in the night, may be 1am or even 2am, she didn't care. Tired of tossing and turning in her bed, she just lay flat. She felt drained, drained not physically, not mentally, she just felt that she had lost all the energy that she possessed. She removed the blanket from her face, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The moonlight filled her room, she turned and looked at the moon rays falling on the floor from the window. She just stared at it, for how long, she herself was unsure. She felt tempted to go outside and stare at the moon, but she had no energy left. She remembered the days, when she would open all the curtains and drag her bed under the moonlight and lie down staring at the moon. Somewhere deep down in her heart she still wanted to do it, but she was puzzled, she couldn't get herself to do it anymore. She stared at the rays falling on the floor, and she realized that the rays which drew a bright rectangle of around 1 feet was reduced to a mere slit of an inch.

She jumped out of her bed, her warm feet pressed against the cold floor, she walked slowly towards the window, and craned her neck to take a glimpse of the moon. But it was too late, the moon hid behind the roof. She looked at her feet, as the last rays slowly disappeared casting her feet in darkness. She slowly walked back to her bed, and her feet turned numb, as they pressed against the cold floor.