Somewhatdisturbing Histoires

"when youre lying on your back in bed and you swear you can pick out each constellation by name, you swear you can pluck a star from the sky if you wanted to, but you have a ceiling. you reach your arm up lazily, and although you are aware of your knuckles brushing plaster somewhere, you cup the shining ball of light anyway. though it tries to slip up through your fingers to float up in the sky with the others, you guide it down to your chest" i wrote this at 2:00am there will be no capital letters, just random shit