Stopping, glancing upwards, toward the heavens it looks as though a class of reception children have been let loose with silver glitter. There is not an inch of the sky that isn't frosted with a star, sparkling more as the night gets darker.
Shuffling her feet along the pavement, stopping beneath a street lamp she cannot help but think how useless it is, flickering on and off and letting out a rather irritating constant hum. After stopping to stare at it for what seemed like the longest minute of her life, she slowly takes a few steps forward, one foot directly in front of the other; Right heal against left toe, right toe against left heal and so on. Eventually she takes a seat at the side of the road. She pulls her legs right up, so her thighs are pressing firmly against her stomach, her forehead is resting on the tops of her knees and her arms are tightly wrapped around the bottom of her legs, each hand touching the opposite ankle. The cold swoops around her, cuddling every inch of her shivering body and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Tilting her head to the right, and many thanks to the moonlight she notices some grass growing out of a crack in the road, she leans over ever so slightly, tugging at it with her hand. Pulling it out she rubs it between two of her fingers until it dissapears. She is one of the people that wishes somebody could just rub her in between their fingers so she could dissapear, just like that blade of grass. She sits for a while, in the complete silence. She feels safe, the strangest of places i know. But, it is so silent she would know if anybody was coming up behind her, she could hear them from several blocks away! Her mobile phone rings, it breaks the silence and tranquility, she looks up and glances around while reaching into her pocket. She feels around; soft, no that's a tissue from erliers gym class, they were running on the track outside and she often gets a runny nose. She feels down the seam of her pocket, running her finger along the stitching until her finger hits something hard, cold and plastic feeling. She takes a hold of it and feels around for the accept button then clicks it while its still in her pocket, then pulls it out and presses it against her freezing ear.