The Stars

I’ve always wanted to know who lives among the stars.

Whoever it is, I want them to know I think they're doing a pretty good job. Taking care of them is no easy task. There are countless stars, and someone up there keeps them all safe. Not a single star is ever missing. This being, whether they are galactically huge or just a normal person running around with a rag, individually cleaning each star so it sparkles throughout the night.

Before I go to bed I look at the stars, each one is squeaky clean and shines right back at me. As if knowing they need to make their caretaker proud.

Some nights I gaze at the sky for hours just hoping to catch a glimpse of the person that lives among the stars. I swear I've seen them move, especially when they accidentally bump a star a little too hard and it falls down the dark night sky.