How would I know?

I came down the stairs with no light other than that of the moon, stars and other celestial bodies pouring through my window, telling me where to go and where to put my minds eye. At the bottom of the winding staircase I saw a shape in the shadows, as the wind from the open window fondled every piece of fabric, every hair on my arm and neck, comforting me before the tragedy struck. She was there.......waiting.