Prologue
It was vibrantly black when she looked out the window that night; the onyx blanket that wrapped the earth in its wool and fleece pattern of midnight and stars. Her mascara faded into the nighttime atmosphere surrounding everything. She quietly closed her windowpane on the serene hours of darkness, leaving the outside world to its present tranquility. As she fell to her lone mattress, her head hit something hard. Well, her head was hit by something hard. The stillness her body laid wasn't obvious to anyone looking in that she wasn't aware of the world; just fast asleep. The shadow that once occupied the dim room disappeared out the window. There was nothing but the soft sound of an opening window, then a window closure.