I was nine when I asked the first time if I could stay overnight with one of my friends. I knew I had to ask them if I ever wanted to see my friends again.
Though I had never before made such a request, they almost looked at me as if I had asked for the most outrageous thing in the world. I never even got a reason for the no and the attitude. I was just told to be home at 7, and that I might as well stay home if these deals weren’t committed to.
Once I was half an hour late and they went crazy. From that moment, if I was more than 5 minutes late, they would come for me themselves.
Even by the time I was 15, I had never been out for later than 7pm. My bedtime was at 10:30, and if I couldn’t fall asleep by 11, I would have to take a sleeping pill for a good night sleep, as my parents called it. ‘If I didn’t get my 8-9 hours of sleep, I wouldn’t be ready for the next day,’ was their excuse.
That routine had been all my life. Even now as I turn 20, I have no explanation as to why. I always dream about the night sky and how it would be to bathe in the light of the Moon like when I was born, but that dream was almost impossible to reach for.
Lucky for me, I had been planning my escape for years now. And this was the night to it. It was a full moon and my two best friends had invited me for a moonlight picnic as the November night this year was warm.
When I say my two best friends, I mean my best friend and the man who I have had a secret crush on for years. Archer.
Maybe something will happen tonight? A girl is allowed to dream.