Lost || jjk

1- (wishing)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　♬　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧　

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs

"Goddamn it," you let lowly into the darkness. It's cold, far too cold to your liking, and you can hazard a guess it's because of the open window. The window curtain trembles with each passing stroke of the wind, stars and moonlight making brief appearances each time the white fabric lazily moves upward. You shiver as the wind fans across your face. It's always a bit colder because of the water outside. 

Stop and wait a sec

When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Or I did last time I checked

It's ironic how tonight seems to be a night where you fail to fall asleep. The setting is comforting, the music is perfect. Maybe it's not enough though, because all you seem to do is thrash amongst the comforters as you frown in disbelief.

"-and I'm tired and everything," you mutter out as you lean back on the bed, bringing your stare up to the speckled ceiling. You push the covers off with as much strength as you can muster before standing in the dark room, deciding to make way toward the bathroom in a set of lazy steps.

Flipping on the light, you notice your disheveled state in the mirror and frown. You try to sleep for a couple of hours, and end up looking like this? Patting down your hair and splashing some water in your face seems to do the trick though, and you waddle back to your bedroom to think about what to do next. Maybe you could look at your phone? Nah, there wouldn't be anything of substance to procrastinate to. Nobody would have messaged this late at night, and even if they had, it would probably just end up messages about work. 

You could eat, you think, before looking around to see if you have any snacks on hand. Nope.

The open window whistles, a call that seems to seems to fill your senses and resonate throughout the cold room. Adding to it is the music playing through the walls, and if you were to listen closely, the sound of fresh drums that follow. A drummer. It's comforting to know your not alone, even if your neighbor doesn't know you exist.

You go off to the window in small steps, mindful not to trip on any possible obstructions on the floor. You reach for the light, just next to the open window, but something flashes in the corner of your eyes. 

Just briefly,

enough to be barely there.

Enough for it not to surprise you.

But you see it, and a small gasp falls from your lips as you realize...

Shooting balls of light dance amongst a black sky. 

Shooting stars. 

For a second you forget about all of your troubles, for a second the reason why you were unable to sleep slips from your mind, and all you can focus on is the beauty of the night. You set yourself on a single star- gold, silver, and pink light hovering around it as it flies through the air. It's a small thing, cutely so, but even small things carry power. This one in particular draws you in with nothing but that, and you willingly allow yourself to be enraptured with such a captivating star.