Moonlight Serenade

She stands in the window of an abandoned room. The only light is that of the moon as it pours through the windows and glances off the crystal chandeliers, sending sparkles around the dim room. Soft music from the party below drifts into the room and she sways to its sound. The breeze catches her cascading blonde curls and tosses them gently around her face, giving this painting life. She slips off her shoes and starts to slowly dance around the room with her phantom partner, the light from the room accenting the curves of her face. She waltzes and twirls, left to right. Soon she tires and she returns to the window, watching the moon as it sits over the ocean. She feels its spray and hears its roar mingled with the tinkling of glasses and the quiet murmer of the people downstairs. Oh how shall she ever leave this wonderful sight? Does the night have to end? And yet she knows it must.