The quiet reflection

In the quiet of the night, an older woman, with her straightened black hair tied back in a bun, sat by her window, gazing at the moonlight. Her mature curves, though slight, were accentuated by the dim glow of the dark room. The camera flash illuminated her features, revealing the signs of age—wrinkles, cellulite, and stretch marks. As she leaned back, a sense of longing filled her heart, her mind wandering to memories of a younger self. The world outside remained silent, but her thoughts were anything but still.