Katherine was sitting on the balcony. The stars were dim tonight. Gazing at them was proving problematic and she frowned at this. She directed her gaze to the city below, the expanse of it spread out beneath the hill her house perched upon. She frowned at it too. She wasn’t entirely sure it was responsible for the lack of stares, but she felt it should feel ashamed anyway. She shifted her weight off her left foot, feeling relief as it relaxed. She’d been out here for a while and still nothing had happened. She’d decided to come out because it had felt like an important night. The air had tasted somewhat magical (or at least she thought it had, she was unaware of how magic actually might taste, in a metaphorical sense, or otherwise). Right now, it was very much a normal night. Her experience was decidedly unsatisfactory. She frowned some more at the darkness before retreating back inside to the comfort of her double bed. This was also unsatisfactory as it was also resolutely normal. No extravagant sheets adorning it and definitely no dashing man residing within.  She curled up and anticipated normal and unsatisfactory dreams. Probably about a particularly dull night spent on a balcony.