long after her parents tried to call her inside and the hesitant twilight faded into deep-night blue, she sat on the grass, feeling as still and inviting as the morning dew. it took only a few minutes before she heard what she was waiting for: a whir of wings to match the fluttering in her heart. the first to come was golden, like it held onto the rays of the hidden sun. she could see it clearly, despite the dark. surprisingly, that was the only one she saw that night, though she sensed the rest were hiding and waited awhile. she was disappointed by the time she wandered back towards the quiet house. the one she’d seen followed her into the kitchen. there, she poured herself a glass of water and popped her nightly pill as she watched it fly away.