Monday Night.   I was borrowing my younger brother’s laptop to play a video game for a while. Little did I know, I would be playing for half an hour. By the time I saved and quit, it was already half past one in the morning. I decided I would go to sleep. But I felt like reading, and for once, my mind wasn’t sleepy like it is so usually. So I read, about four best friends’ lives apart from each other. One of them was babysitting, while the other was remembering her long lost childhood. The third one was driving off remembering her last summer’s passionate romance which was now over. And the fourth one, I wasn’t sure. Was she simply hanging out with her new cinematic friends, or did she really want a romance or a fling with her newest friend Alex?

Nevertheless, I didn’t feel like reading much longer. So I decided to turn the light off and turn the alarm on for the next morning. But hard as I tried, once I layed down, I simply could not keep my eyes shut. All I could think about was the next day’s short night before the much anticipated flight from Paris Charles de Gaulle, to Philadelphia, transfer to Pheonix, to finally land in Los Angeles, California! My father was the only one in the family actually wanting to be adventurous and visit places instead of visiting studios, the way I’d like…  And so would my mother, but she loved my father too much to admit it… Travelling was an activity that had been a part of my life since my mother started breastfeeding me. I’d moved to China when I was just 6 months old. And I missed the feeling that I used to get when I’d be at the airport, that feeling of going away, somewhere new.

And finally, my mind wandered back to reality: my window. How it was so blue. Not the basic, shallow blue. But a deep blue, the reflection of a moon. As I looked through my window, I saw no trace of the moon, so I opened the window and stuck my head outside. I looked everywhere and found only one small star, shining as hard as it could. Oh how sweet. I soon imagined what it would be saying: “Claire, have a look at the other window, Mom’s there.”. So I went to the other window, only to find the beautiful moon, from which had been based many titles, such as Twilight’s second chapter, New Moon. But I wasn’t so much of a fan anymore. I had started to find the movies rather disappointing and my move to France had gotten me to grow up from these kind of fantasies. Not that I didn’t like to write about them!