She promised herself certain things in the light of the day. When sun blazed golden yellow and no shadows were visible it was an easy thing to do. But come the twilight… As the shadows increased in length so did her doubts. She felt like she was a loose keg waiting to explode. It seemed so much easier to loose control to go with the flow. And with the advent of night, it was easier to not dig deep into whispered words and to accept at the face value what really inst but what seems so glorious. She broke her promises in the dead of the night. It was just so much harder to keep them.