Longing for Freedom

I watch out the window as the moon lights the night. The air must be so cool, I think, without the sun burning down on the land. The streets so quiet, the world so clear. I reach for the doorknob, I open the door, feeling the breeze hit my face- but I flinch away. If they caught me sneaking out, I would never be allowed outside again. But there, for just a moment, even though it was fleeting.. For just a moment, I felt free.