Lonely Eyes

On a small green, grassy hill, a girl sat braiding her hair, bathing in the moonlight—she murmured under her breath. Hers was long, dark, silky hair. White blouse together with powder blue shorts draped her figure. The dark haired femme made wishes to the moon that one day she would have the company of someone to enjoy her days with. However, the pensive girl murmured her wishes with no expectations. She had been making these wishes for as long as she could remember. 

When the girl finished tying her hair, she looked through her bag and her hand reached for the flowers she had picked up on the way. The girl with braided hair gently laid down on the green, grassy hill, looking up at the moon and the stars. With flowers firmly on her hand—gently on top of her chest—she closed her eyes and felt the soft breeze tickle the little hairs throughout her legs and arms.

She inhaled the fresh night air and smiled at the aura she had succeeded in creating. The girl took in the moment and hummed a low, steady melody. She sat up once again and smelled the flowers. She looked straight ahead at the low hills and the starry sky and smelled the flowers with more rigor. Hmmm. She closed her eyes and smelt the flowers with a certain aggressiveness. HMMMM.

She let out a heavy sigh and fell back on the grass. Without getting up, the girl put a flower around her head. Crowing herself, she created a pretty picture with the flowers stemming out from her head. 

As she lay there, sometimes looking at the stars, sometimes closing her eyes, she heard footsteps approaching her.

To be continued...