It's late. And I'm restless.
It's warm, and I'm tangled in the sheet.
One last yearning look toward heaven
and an unspoken prayer with unclosed eyes.
The ceiling, a barrier of silence.
All is darkness, darkness until
a flicker of light breaks into my universe.
Suddenly the ceiling becomes the heavens
and a stranded firefly
becomes the stars.
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