Tonight's Dance

I used the prompt, "Some nights you dance with tears in your eyes". Enjoy and review!

         When the sun fell and the shadows grew longer until they covered the whole world and the only light was from the stars or the moon, she snuck out. Through the kitchen door that lead out to the backyard and into the dewy grass. It wasn't dark at all since that night the moon was full and the sky was wonderfully clear. The little girl ran barefoot into the soft grass and started the short hike over the small hill behind the cottage. Crawling with her hands and legs she reached the other side where a sea of flowers bordered the tall forest. A smile spread on her lips as she dove into the wildflowers.

"I'm here now!" she whispered excitedly.
In that sea of flowers, her small feet moved gently, so she appeared to be gliding through the meadow without massacring any of the blooming buds. She danced, the moon being her spotlight, the noises of the night being her music and the nocturnal creatures, her audience. She danced to the croaking of the frogs and the chirping of the crickets, to the hoots of the owls and the distant howls of the wolves. She is carried by the wind and moves almost in tune with it. It was akin to watching a little ghost hover above the grass.
The animals can't understand why this creature shows up at times when the moon is in the middle of the sky and the clock has struck midnight. They cannot comprehend why she dances until her feet are covered in mud, sore and swollen from all the work. Nor the reason why she never stops until the dark blue sky begins to become light and the birds take over the music. They will definitely never be able to fathom, why that little girl would dance even when all her other bruises ached. Because even she didn't know why when her whole body was in pain and she felt her life slipping away from her, she danced among the shadows of the night until she was too tired to go back home.
Her little arms kept moving and her little hips kept swaying and her little mouth kept smiling and her little eyes kept crying until she was too exhausted to continue. And then, only then, did she return over the hill back through the kitchen door and into her bed to wake up once the sun had risen to live another day where she hoped and prayed she wouldn't have to dance that night.