It was cold. It was dark. As the girl lay in her bed, all alone save for her stuffed animal, moonlight streamed in through her wide window, and though she was scared, Wen licked her lips and gasped in ecstacy. Slowly, she shut her eyes and opened them again only to still be able to see the darkness closed in all about her, but with a silvery shape - a stroke, as though god's finger, shining in through the darkness.
The trouble was that Wen was scared of the night. Scared to death of it all; the fact that somebody MAY come and slit open her throat; the fact that she was all alone in her room, or worse - that she wasn't; just the thought of sleeping all alone - or not; and many other absurd things that made her heart ache painfully and her breath catch in her throat.
No wonder that when she saw God's Finger for the first time she gasped and forgot of the velvety black all about her, only able to stare in awe and wonder. Stars there were none; and no moon shone. perhaps it was behind a cloud? Anyhow, she felt hope rush - as though adrenaline - into her lungs, and her chest heave as she stood clumsily and walked over to the window.
"Thank you, O Father the holy," she whispered, really not knowing the proper prayer but simply guessing that this was what one said when one saw Hope in a haphazardly storm. There, in fact, was no storm, but it felt like it.
And as she said these words, Wen trembled all over in her little gown and clasped her hands together, soon finding herself kneeling by the window. Stars began to appear one by one - and so she smiled and waved as though they were old friends of hers.
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