too much time to count the stars

Rosemary reached the lake at midnight as she agreed to. Brent was not there so she waited. She looked up at the night sky and the millions of bright dots the stars made and wondered at the sheer quantity of them. If she had enough time to count them that meant that Brent was not coming after all. Stupid idea anyway, it was freezing out here and if momma found out she was gone out the window there would be hell to pay.