Gravitate

The music is loud. The people, drunk and stained. The cigar smoke lazes unpleasantly throughout the room as cards are thrown and harsh words are caterwauled. 

A young girl, no more than 21, her short, starlight blonde hair crimped close to her face, and her bright blue eyes dulled with that of consequential liquor, stumbles up out of her seat. She has on no shoes, and a pink sequined drape of fabric. She grabs a periwinkle scarf and an unmarked bottle of spirits as she walks about. She pads out of the room and to the duo French doors which open up onto an ivy entwined balcony. 

She takes a swig from the bottle and swiftly wraps the scarf around her pearled shoulders. She sets the bottle down and protrudes her feet through the lower gaps of the wrap around rail. The balcony is luminescent marble and it glows like the crescent moon's twin. She steps up and pushes with her hands down onto the rail. She is raised up about a foot and she looks out over the garden maze and the trees that lay beyond it. 

She sighs brambly and turns her attention to the stars. She reaches up as if to capture one. As she does, her foot slides out in front of her and she falls backward a bit. She giggles riotously. 

As she regains her balance, a young man joins her out on the balcony, scolding. He has combed back brunette hair and a shadow cast of a beard. His eyes are a soft brown as he looks at her. 

"Pamela, get down from there."

The girl hiccups and laughs like chirping bird. 

"But Jethro, Pammi likes it up here!" She giggles and tries again to reach the stars.

She swirls her hand, enthralled by it, as if she thinks she has the power to mix the Milky Way and swirl the stars around in a pattern that suits her. Her arm is ghostly pale against the moon as she caresses each pinpoint of light. 

"Jethro, I can do it. I can become a star. Look at how they love me, Jethro." Her voice is dreamy and distant as she boosts her self upon the rail more, kicking down the bottle in the process. 

"Pammi, that's enough. You're going to hurt yourself." 

Pammi sighs again. She whispers something incomprehensible and this time makes a leap towards her galaxy wound aspirations. 

This time, she loses her balance, stepping on her scarf and tumbling over the edge. 

The only sound is that of a desperate call of 'Pammi' into the night. 

For Pammi, having missed the stars by oh so little, is now strung up by them and the balcony, like lights on a tree, hanging and gazing at her soul dancing and curling up into the sky.