She could make out the constellations from her backyard.
Back in the city, she would never have dreamed of being able to pick out the individual constellations in the swath of night sky she had been able to see from her apartment window. The stars had been one of those afterthought things on her list of must-haves for a house. She wanted a place where she could always see the stars at night.
She did it. She had her own place on a quiet road, a decent yard filled with grass that will one day be littered with squashed blades in the shape of paw prints, neighbors that hadn’t lived next door to her all her life, not nosy enough to ask how her schooling was going, how her career was advancing, when she was going to find a boyfriend…
It was so quiet she could hear her own breathing. The yard would be untouched with the next morning’s dew. The constellations beat down from above, reminding her just how small she really was in the world.
With a deep breath, she mustered a rueful smile and returned inside the house, being sure to switch on night light before going to bed.