There were no distant lights that indicated the town she always saw from up here. Everything was silent and bathed in the silver glow of the large moon in a sky where, despite being clear, there were no stars — only the moon.
The first curling thread of dread crept into her heart.
Something was terribly wrong. She must be dreaming, Belle thought, and decided to close her eyes; perhaps she would wake up to the real world and not this broken one. She even pinched her arm and grimaced at the pain. But regardless of what she did, she did not wake up and was still right where she was, in front of the broken window.
