She sat at her window while tears dripped to the cold floor. She still had the light on in the barn from about a month ago. The barn smelled like old things and paint since it had just repainted two days ago. The night looked like black paint had been spilled all over the sky. The wind screamed like murder yet echoed in her heart as if she was already at rest. Her black hair was put up in a tight bun, and she sat in the hay. She dreamed about the love she had and wanted. The way his lips touched hers shyly and how his arms held her safe. Promises of love and forever and always filled her heart, yet lies cracked the core and the black ooze of trust poured like a violent rainstorm. Dreaming was she? More like sleepwalking through the dark. Yet when she opened her eyes once again, the light broke and peace had arrived.