Stargazing. One of my favourite things to do on a lonely night, when my mother and father are working late night shifts at the pharmaceutical company, and when my two brothers are fast asleep in the bunk bed in our shared room. It's never truly a lonely night though, I mean there's chirping of cicadas, and rustling of mice in the bushes. The stars twinkling in the navy sky look like blinking eyes of unknown creatures of the night.
The reason I love stargazing so much is because of the sense of understanding of the finally still world. Almost like a parallel universe. Nocturnal animals, and sleepy, hopeful eyes of young homosapiens. Dreams written in sloppy, dazed diaries, and nightmares engulfed by grey wolf dream catchers. Being wide awake in a floating dream land, the feeling only smoking green grass can give you. The sky turning into Van Gogh's painting, swirling due to dissolving stamps on your tongue. Oh how I love night stargazing.
I must have dozed off or zoned out because I was awoken by a confused sibling. Maybe he wanted to join me on my stargazing adventures? What? I've apparently been staring at my ceiling all day, mumbling about shooting stars. I could've sworn I was out at 3am staring at the sky. It's night now. Should probably take one of my smiley faces vitamins that my parents give me. The fizzing dissolvent is my favourite taste.
Walking out to my back garden, feeling a little more energised a person who doesn't sleep should feel. Sinking into my lawn chair. Smell of sweetness surrounding me, smoke twirling around my shaky finger. I start to shut my eyes, exhaustion getting the best of me. What's this? Why is here a warm liquid running down my arm? I don't remember bringing a drink out. Oh well, I'm feeling euphoric almost now.
I open my eyes to see my favourite view, twinkling stars from light years away. I swear I can see The Milky Way. Dazzling lights and swirling colours. Oh god, here comes exhaustion again. I have my eyes closed but I see light. Stars aren't that strong. Am I hearing voices? What? An alien voice, "Yes... He's done it again.... No, Sorry".
I'm never stargazing again.
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Stargazing
Short StoryA detailed essay/short short story about being in a wonderland. Extremely amateurish but I enjoy it a lot I might add more short stories but I'm not too sure.