Staring through her window, all she can do is dream about the outside world. After being struck with scarlet fever, Bridgette Pierce was bedridden in her attic bedroom. With only her dreams, journal and the sky to keep her company. June 2nd, 1964 The world below is so bright. The lights in the streets, the glowing windows. Up in the sky, only the brightest stars can shine. What if you could dissolve the sky and see all the stars? Would they be as beautiful as the city lights? More so? Someday, I'm going to dissolve the sky and float away. *Just a heads up, the art in the story is not mine!*
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