In an oddly arcadian setting; wherein the firmament illuminated her round, wild eyes, she was waiting for the moon to manifest itself. Seconds, minutes, and hours had passed, but there was nothing. "Maybe tomorrow, it would take a glance at me," she thought, pertaining to "her" moon.
Was it days, months or years, since she had started doing that? The truth is she had forgotten. Bored, which is strange, she wandered her eyes through the nightsky and oddly enough, she finally saw something different. After days, months, or years of waiting, she saw those fading dots for the first time. (Though they'd been there, ever since.)
Awestruck, she stared at them, losing track of the time, and noticed how they became more radiant. She wandered more, and far more than she had ever done. There were stars and constellations. "A starry night," she thought, and wondered how many nights had she wasted for not learning about them sooner than then.
Soon enough, the dawn came, and most of them hid behind those white smokes (as she called it.) She knew by then that she would come back at the very same place. This time, it would not be for the moon.
And she knew, she was closed to losing the stars, while waiting for the moon. She was thankful enough that she did not. Her heart was beating, in a very normal way she could ever know, but far more alive than it ever was.
Her eyes curved into a smile.