Toward the river, an owl hooted, followed by the howl of a roaming wolf and the scamper of scared wild rabbits. A bang of thunder in the distance, the northeast autumn wind shrieked and whistled around the forest trees, whipped around the trembling cabin and threatened to blow it away.
I stared af the moon - The very same moon that row high over Hollywood and New York City, London and Paris. Someday I'd like to have a real bed of my own to sleep in, with goosedown pillows and satin comforters. I'd have closets full of new dresses, and shoes by the dozen, in all colours. I'd eat in fancy restaurants where tall slim candles glowed with socialites and have a driver take me everywhere I needed to go.
But right now I had only a hard cold step to sleep on. And tears were freezing on my cheeks and lashes.
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