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.

Its What I Do In The Middle of the Night

With the nightlight guiding me I sneak across my bedroom to the hall. I run on tiptoe down the hall to the stairs and carefully make my way downstairs. I take extra care not to step on the third step down nor on the one just before the last as they will creak and moan.
I sneak through the living room and into the kitchen where I open the refrigerator door. I take an apple for myself. I dash across the kitchen and take out two slices of bread. Unlatching the kitchen door, I make my way across the porch by moonlight, being careful not to trip on Daddy’s boots. I jump down three steps and across the yard, out the back gate and on to the dock.
I sit with my feet dangling above the water. I set my apple down and tear the bread into little tiny pieces and cast them on the water. Then I pick up my apple and begin to eat it by the light of the moon and the stars. I watch as the fish nibble on the bread making ripples that grow larger and larger reflecting sparkles of starlight and moonlight everywhere.
I wonder if somewhere high above me the ripples can be seen by the stars and the moon. As the night breeze tousles my hair, I lie back on the dock staring up at the night sky and finish my apple. I toss the core into the lake; make my way back up the dock and through the gate. I run across the yard and up the porch. Locking the door behind me, I make my way back across the living room and up the stairs, down the hall and into my bed to dream of water and stars and moonlight.