As I gazed up at the night-darkened sky from my
bedroom window, my eyes fell upon the stars.
They were lovely, the stars, with their enchanting glow. The soft light from the captivating constellations
held my attention for minutes on end. As
my eyes drunk in each twinkling light from up above, my mind was busy
wandering. My thoughts traveled far and
wide: from my hopes and dreams, to what
it would be like to travel the stars (and the world), and what I was going to
have for breakfast in the morning. My
thoughts were interrupted by my mom, who was yelling at me to get to bed. I simply sighed, and closed my curtain for the
night. The stars would wait; they would
be there again tomorrow for me to gaze upon.
Tomorrow, I could again confide in the stars with each silly little thought,
my aspirations, and my hunger to understand all of my surroundings. Tomorrow, the stars would again be my fixed
point of hope and beauty. As I climbed
into bed and turned off my bedside lamp, I smiled as I situated myself on my
back, so I was looking up at the ceiling.
On the ceiling was the enchanting glow of stars.
I like the lines about the stars being a confidant and also the "fixed point of hope and beauty." Thanks, Meghan!
ReplyDeleteHi Meghan! I thought it was awesome how she went to bed and she had stars on her ceiling. That was really impressive. I wonder how she accomplished it.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely night,
Zachary
Beautiful, I want to go star-gazing with you! You take the simplicity of this moment and it's beauty and illustrate it well in this piece. I like how the narrator's mind wanders while she's watching the stars.
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