Faye always liked to watch the birds that flew in the sky. They were beautiful, wild, free, and they sang the most beautiful songs. Every day since she was a little girl, Faye had risen from her bed early and gazed out of the window at the creatures skidding across the blue, and so this morning was no exception.

It was a chilly April morning, and neither her husband nor her young daughter was awake yet, and so it was in the silence of the dawn that Faye pulled on a thin yellow dressing robe, and leaving her feet bare, climbed up to the roof.

A dormer window rose up from the roof; her Luna's bedroom. As Faye climbed, she peered into Luna's room and smiled as she saw her daughter lying on the bed, her blonde hair spread out everywhere, still locked deep in her dreams. There was a small ledge between the window and the roof and, if you were well practised in such affairs, like Faye was, you could wedge yourself into the niche, and watch the comings and goings of the birds in the sky.

Faye tucked her cold feet even further under her robe, and tucked her hands into her pockets. She smiled. Brushing her fringe out of her face, she gazed into the sky.