Stars

“I loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night” ~Sarah Williams

I lay under the willow tree I planted with my mom when I was five, journal sitting open with my lucky pen sitting peacefully on the blank page. I look up through the branches staring at the many tiny white specks twinkling gently in the deep navy sky. Everyone tells me I need to sleep at night because it is unhealthy to sleep during the day. They don’t understand. The night is so peaceful. Waiting for the sun to set and the moon to rise, laying in the cold, damp grass waiting for inspiration to strike. It’s where I belong. When the stars twinkle I imagine them whispering to each other. I wish I could be a star up in the sky shining below.

“Stella, it is time to come in now,” the voice of my dad groggily announces.

I will whisper to the stars tommorrow night.