1She listened to the slow burn of her cigarette. She sat slumped in a chair on her back porch. Under the stars, feeling the glow of the full moon on her skin. It gave her an almost ethereal look. Shining off her usually golden hair making it appear silver. But she wasn't paying attention to her mother moon. She was completely absolved in the near silence of the night. For a minute she escaped from her thoughts and listened to the night itself. The crickets, and sounds of scurrying animals. She inhaled another puff. She even heard the cigarette itself. The momentary escape was pure bliss.
"No. I have to concentrate." She plunged herself back into her mind. "How am I going to do this?" She couldn't refer to her closest circle for help on this. It has to be her own doing. Noone could know what she was doing. But how? She couldn't think like this anymore. It was way past 3 in the morning. "That was a way harsh party." Way fun, but harsh at the same time. She leaned forward finishing her smoke. Flicking it into the garden parallel to her, she stood turning into the house. With one last glance at her moon she settled on a course of action.
"I will have what I want."