Sarah's prompt: After midnight

After midnight, when the moon is high, and the air is still, she slips silently from her bedroom. Light as air in her white cotton and lace night gown she runs across the lawn, until she comes to the edge of the lake. In the silence and the stillness she waits patiently, quietly, her breath and the beating of her heart are all that she can here.
She waits, crouching by the edge of the water hidden by the tall marsh grass, fearful that someone might see her, but of course everyone is asleep. She does not doubt that he will come. She waits until finally he appears from the trees at the edge of the arbor. He makes his way towards her. Not wanting to rush too quickly to her side though he longs to be with her but he knows, as she knows, that once he is there and they have done what they have come here to do he must return to the trees, as she must return to the manor.
She shivers not from the cold but in anticipation. Soon, so very soon., then he is there and she is in his arms. He kisses her a single tender, loving kiss and she kisses him back and they hold each other close.
“How much longer?” She asks.
“200 more single moonlit kisses, given after midnight, before the spell can be broken,” He whispers. “200 more.”
“Then 200 more it will be and then we will be together, day and night. I will see you tomorrow my love, after midnight.”
“After midnight my darling.” He holds her close for one more moment and then he returns to the arbor and she to her bedroom.

I saw her dancing

She runs in circles and twirls and dances, faster and faster until she falls on the lawn giggling and laughing. All the fairies and pixies clap and cheer loudly as the darkness is pushed back.
Dressed in a blue princess dress, edged in silver and covered with iridescence that flashes and sparkles with every twirl catching the sunlight, She is the bravest and most beautiful of the fairy princesses. The little princess gets up and dances again in celebration of her victory. Her joy bubbling up and out as she sings and laughs. Then running back and forth between the trees, she invites the puppies to join her. They chase her back and forth and round and around until they are as dizzy as she and as she lays on the grass they tumble on top of her licking her face while she squeals with delight.
The butterflies join in. Soon the birds of the field and the squirrels and chipmunks are a part of the party. There is lots of chattering and hurrahing. The west wind blows softly and the flowers dance in celebration
The two women on the porch smile indulgently as they look out in the yard. Of course being mere mortal, they can only see a little girl wearing a Cinderella dress over her camouflage shirt, embroidered jeans and Dora tennis shoes. They neither hear nor see the pixies and the fairies. They cannot see the dancing flowers or understand that all the creatures are a part of this gathering. They did not understand that danger was near.
“I thought we were supposed to have thunderstorms this afternoon.”
“The weatherman must have been wrong.”
Its sad that they could not see or understand, but I was looking through the upstairs window and I saw her dancing.