Glass

It was a dark night. The sky was covered with clouds and any stars that dared peek through were too dull to provide any light. The absence of the moon tonight didn't help this problem either. She didn't mind though, she loved nights like these.
The only lights visible were the street lamps, illuminating the areas around themselves. The same lamps those annoying moths were always circling, constantly bumping into the glass. The only sound was the symphony of crickets and one girls ballet flats, thumping continuously on the hard pavement of a sidewalk.
Everything smelled of thin, clear, oxygen. Though aside from that, it had a forest-y musk to it, most likely from the woods right next to the lonely road she trekked.
All you could see was an empty road with street lamps next to a patch of woods. Except for that girl, Rachel, who was walking alone that night on account of a miscommunication between her family and her friends on whether she had a ride home or not. Her friends who probably were still back at the party. Her family who, no doubt, were miles upon miles away, sleeping soundly in their beds.
She is wearing a ruffled red dress, slightly big on her, that's reeks of spilt champagne and sweat. Rachel immediately regrets not having brought a coat. It must've been at least fifty degrees out, getting colder with each passing second. Her dark brown hair (that she had gotten done earlier today) was now a mess of frizz and static.
After a night of partying with her friends, she was feeling exhausted. She had to leave early to get back to her dorm room. Tomorrow she had a test in her history class and actually wanted to get some sleep for once.
Rachel thought about how she was kind of like those moths that kept banging into the lamp post light. That her wants and dreams seem to be right in front of her, but every time she tries to reach out and grab them, she bangs right into the glass, and they turn out to be farther away then she ever could've imagined.