Star Gazing

And she laid upon the grass to gaze at the stars. Little reflections of her very self. But were they mesmerizing or horrifying? Each star shining a little brighter than the next, mirroring a different part of who she was, what she's done, what she was becoming, who she wanted to be. Each star telling her story whether she wanted it told or not. Each star painting the sky of color like a mood ring refleting every emotion she's ever felt. She laid upon the grass and gazed at the stars. But were they mesmerizing or horrifying?