To the stars

The light from the window came in and it drew itself perfectly on the bed. The sun was starting to set and the light in the room started to dim. 

She sat on the bed hugging a pillow as the window on the bed became longer because of the sun. 

Outside the window, the first star started to shine in the changing colours of the sky. As the window got longer the room got darker until there was no window on the bed. 

In the dark of the room, she said a word and her fingertips started to glow. Then she started drawing shapes into the air and they started to move. 

The outline of a rabbit in blue started to jump until it was outside the window. As the shapes moved and jumped outside the window they disappeared as they crossed the threshold. 

After several shapes jumped outside, she got up from the bed and jumped out the window. 

A crystal-like bridge, alive and moving like the texture of a bubble held her in the air after she jumped. 

Every shape had transformed into the bridge that now connected the window to the star. She started to walk carefully not looking down the twenty stories.