I got up, grasping and gathering up my long dress and walked out of the living room. I walked down the short hallway, passing the side staircase and the shoes that were sprawled all over the ground helplessly, and opened the door with one hand. A gust of wind blew straight into me, pushing me backwards, commanding me to be polite and remain in the house: but I was exhausted and fed-up. I forced myself forward, fighting against the adamant wind; and I stepped out into the young night, where the moon was shining down, stars could scarcely been seen from Earth, and the clouds have went home, somewhere behind the gargantuan sheet of twilight sky.
I began to jog down the pavement, holding my long dress as I run down the pavement. The wind kisses my face, leaving me numb. I run as my skirt flies in the wind, dancing and flapping behind me. I breathe out as I run past the rows of houses on the side of the pavement.
My heart raced.
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