.Daydreaming the Night Away.

She sat in the comfortable leather seat in a car of familiarity
Its silver paint, reflecting the moon of a cool autumn's evening
The stars lit up the sky, and she tried to count them while flailing her hands out the window, causing her fingers to go numb as the fast air hit them like pelting ice
She began to get cold, her skirt and tights not long nor thick enough to keep her warm
It didn't matter. The night left her feeling like a child again. For once she forgot her cares. For just a minute.
The static of the radio muffled her back to existence. 
Reality.
And then she caught a glimpse of the plane soaring above her, its lights different from the stars--flickering.
She wished she was in it. Flying away.