She dances in the night. A Sundress is the only thing that she has on her; the feet are bare. Her parents’ firm and house they lived in were a hundred meters away from where she was dancing.
Laughter and giggling is audible across the grass field. She is not afraid of ghosts, vampires, or ghosts. She is not afraid of being abducted by aliens. “Such things only exist in folklore and storybooks”, she always told her mother. Everything she could think of, to stop her sixteen year-old from going outside the field alone in the night, has all been in vain.
She is only afraid of creatures that walk day and night. These creatures have two legs and two hands, and a deep voice. They have a sense of domination to anything their five senses get their hands on. These creatures go by the name men.
The grass field the girl dances on, can be turned into a deflowering bed without her permission. A man thirsting for her beauty can give her seeds of life, which she didn’t ask for, and wasn’t ready to accept.
Despite her mother’s fears, a halo of faith hovers within her spirit, telling her that men craving to deflower her will suddenly change at her sight.
“Dancing in the moonlight is much more beautiful than my body,” she tells her mother.