Wildflower woods

In the silence of the early hours I made my way over to the window. There were old grey nets and some dark material curtains hanging there. I pulled them to one side and looked up through the smudgy glass at the wonder of the stars. It was something I had done several times, late at night. I just loved looking up at the space in the sky, looking at the inky black and the twinkling lights, and imagining the vast space out there. It was magical to me, so fabulous that it made me relax inside. I felt so utterly trapped in our room, in the shed, in the house, and at school, but the sky offered something fantastic, far beyond things made by the humans who always seemed to hurt me.