The world was in a deep slumber. No one saw the little cluster of stars shift, suddenly gather and then trickle earthwards on this cool, crisp night. The bright sparkles became a shimmering river, pouring down through the night sky, skimming over the rooftops of a little town, speeding toward one particular darkened home.
The young woman was fast asleep on her narrow bed. She was not aware of the quivering lights streaming through her wall as if it didn't exist, gathering above her, bathing her in a white glow. Nothing would wake her this night, nor anyone else in the village for that matter, for they had all been granted the deepest of sleeps.
The glimmering cloud of stars hovered over her, as if observing her beauty. With lightning quickness a tendril of sparkles curled under her crude blankets and swept them off her. She lay on her side breathing quietly, her thin, worn gown her only covering.
Silently the cluster of shimmering lights dropped, flowed over and around her limbs, encircled her torso, swept through her long hair and under her head. Almost imperceptibly at first, the girl began to lift off the mattress and rotate. As if weightless, her body rose, until she was magically suspended, lying comfortably in the middle of the winking and blinking cloud of little lights.
After a moment, bright sparkles began to swirl and stream underneath her gown, making the fabric ripple and move. And then, in the blink of an eye, her night dress slid effortlessly off her supple body, exposing her soft, pale skin.
Her sudden nakedness seemed to make the cloud of light pulse and quiver with new intensity. The shimmering stars lit her beautiful legs, her lovely hips, her smooth back, her slender neck, her sweet breasts and rosy nipples, her trim tummy and the mound of dark curls just below. Her pretty, sleeping face wore the hint of a smile, as if she was content to lay unclothed and vulnerable in this sunny cocoon.
For a moment everything was still. Then suddenly little sparks of light began to stream and flow over the surface of her youthful skin, worshipping her feminine form. Some swirled around her feet and ankles, some whirled around her knees and teased her legs, some streamed around her neck and along her shoulders, some danced along the insides of her arms and up into her armpits, some traced circles around her bare buttocks and swept up her spine.