Dawn was near, but she was still awake.
She was suffocating in her own restless mind.
She stares at the moon, and sank into the light.
Besiege by the cocktail dress from last night,
She kicked the lilac colored blanket away from herself,
knowing something is not right.
She cursed, and cursed, and cursed.
Finally, there came about a decision.
Slowly, she removed the dress, bottom-up. And
stripped away the laced brassiere, exposing her breasts in front of a muted night,
leaving only a pair of legs wrapped around by thin thigh-high stockings.
She took a deep breath, made sure the whole body was in the frame, and let the moon shine directly on her.
Nestled in her new found comfort, she closed her eyes,
letting the moans grew louder and louder.
No one was there to witness.
But believe it or not, magic was made happened,
For this girl is liberated out of her misery,
and could finally fall asleep peacefully between the sheets.