My Starry NiGHT

     I lay on my bed, the same place I’ve been for almost a month. The stars shone above me, and I traced a constellation with my eyes. A shadow flew across the moon: it was a swallow. I felt my eyes start to water. I was stuck here, in this bed, and that swallow could fly free through the night. I’ve always longed to fly, and now, the doctors were telling me I may never even walk again. I can’t believe it. The stars are spinning. Blinking, I wonder, what is going on? Is it the tears? No, it’s something else. The lines of the constellations are getting brighter, forming the objects I had imagined. The lines start to flow like a van Gogh painting. A light flies down towards my window, forming the shape of a person, with long, glowing sleeves. She is made of light like a constellation. She also has no mouth, just eyes that shine with happiness. She reaches over to tap the glass, like she is asking to see me. I sit up, and I lift the window. She steps back through the air, and did a bow. She looks down at me, and offered me a hand. I wipe my eyes. Is she really asking me if I would like to go with her? I shake my head. She shakes her head in return, and extends her hand again. What? It doesn’t matter if I can’t even feel my legs? I can’t believe it! Will she help me fly?

     I take her hand, and my hand starts to glow. I feel my body grow light. Her eyes smile, and she gently pulls me out into the air. She guides me through the night. We fly past several people’s houses, each one of them asleep. We fly around the giant clock in the center of our city. I am guided by this person, and we make it to the top. She holds both my hands, and we shoot upward, and into the stars. They float around me like motes of dust. She motions that she will let go, and I will be able to fly with her without her help. I nod, and she lets go. I float motionless, and then, driven by instinct, I will myself to fly. The I move, slowly at first, but, with practice, I am flying through the stars. We make it back to earth, and we fly through the streets. Flying above the cars on the streets and past the people on the sidewalks, we stop in front of my apartment. She takes my hand and flies me up to my window. It’s time for her to go. Before I close my window, tears again starting to my eyes, she takes out a small, glowing paper, and hands it to me. It reads:

Thank you for the time we had tonight.

I will never forget your flight.

I will see you again tomorrow,

So let’s not have any sorrow.

“Thank you!”

    

     Those words echo from my voice, tears falling past them, up my outstretched arm, and to her. I can see, as she disappears into the moon and the stars, a small golden drop fall from her eye, and fall to my hand below. I hold it to my chest, and I set the promises beside my head, and I fell fast, and pleasantly, asleep. That morning, they were still by my bedside, as promises of the time we had shared and would share when she came back for me.