The Stars

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

 

Whoever it is, I want them to know they're doing a pretty good job. Taking care of them is no easy task. There are countless stars, yet someone up there is keeping them all safe. Not a single star is ever missing. I wonder how this being even does it? Are they 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 who 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.

 

Jack Savas

VT

19 years old

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