Standing Under the Stars.

I imagine myself, standing in a wide open field. The air is full of the scent of wild flowers, soft perfume in the night. Above me the sky is powdered with stars, watched over by the moon.

I open my arms to it all, staring with wonder at how beautiful the world can be, head bent back to the heavens.

Then I close my eyes and pray again.

I am grateful that all of my needs are met, except one. Though I should be content, my heartaches with the loneliness.

I pray that they are gentle. I pray that they are kind. I pray that their hands are warm adventurers and find me an ever fascinating world to explore. I pray that they are intelligent in different ways than I. I pray that they are giving. I pray that when they hold me, the world falls away, except for their heart beat and the scent of their skin. I pray that they find me exciting and beautiful. I pray that they want to wake to me every morning and fall asleep in my arms every night. I pray that they cannot imagine a world without me. I pray that they love me.

Most of all, I pray that they are brave enough to take the jump with me. To know that I would spend every day making them happy. To weather the bruises, for the rewards will be oh so sweet.

And there I wait. Under the stars. With the moon. In the night air. Praying.