Stars

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Every night before bed, (even if it's cold) you sit out on your balcony and stargaze. You and your dad did this all the time when you were little. You were very intelligent for an 7-year-old in those days, because you knew most of the constellation names and where they were in the sky. You drew what you imagined them looking like in real life than in blocky shapes. You always have your own ways of making things unique.
"It's about time I go to bed," you say in a very soft whisper. You get in bed and smile at the Star Wars characters.
"Goodnight," you whisper to yourself and your father, who you think will most definitely hear it.
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Your father looks at you with sparkling eyes. He takes your hand, and brings you to a place in the sky you've never seen. An amazing star cluster. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. You hug him, you've never been this happy before. You look to your right, and there is an odd blue object spiraling trough space. You try to follow it, but you dad stops you and kisses you on the forehead for one last time. "I love you, (y/n)," he says to you in a friendly grin. He lets go of your hands, and you finally wake up from that strange dream.
It was about 9:40, the time you normally wake up. It was a summer Friday morning, and you start your Friday routine. Netflix until 10:50 and a whole jar of Nutella.
Your mom is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Here we go.

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