And you were in it.
We were painting the night sky.
It sounds crazy.
Who could get a big enough ladder to reach up there?
It was weird.
We could just sort of...
Without standing on anything,
Without standing on our tippy toes.
But the weirdest thing was,
We weren't painting stars,
Instead we painted poppies.
And instead of planets,
We painted gumdrops,
And instead of painting the milkyway...
We painted a candy bar wrapper.
That was all a fantasy,
Something crazy that my brain came up with,
Without my knowledge...
If that came true the next morning,
Or in this case the next night,
We would be famous.
That was a joke,
I deeply apologize.
If that did come true,
I would saver every moment.
And not just because we would be recreating the universe,
But because I never get to see you anymore,
And it would be true treasure to spend that time with you.
We should set up a time sometime,
To go outside and fill the night sky with poppies,
With candy wrappers if we must.
And we can do it for real,
Or we can imagine it.
Just hold my hand.