She tiptoed down the darkened hallway anticipating every creak of the floor. Peeking into the open room, she could see the outline of her mother in bed. A quick glance behind her and she slipped down the stairs. A soft light came in through the kitchen door, beckoning her further. She reached for the doorknob and turned it, bringing the outside in. A puff of cool, fresh air lit up her face as she stepped into the night. A long, slow sweep of the yard brought a smile to her tiny face. The moon was a beautiful crescent giving sparkle to every blade of dewy grass.