I looked inside the midnight cone once and there was a single star lodged in the tip of it and the rest was just black. I heard cone motherâs footsteps in the next room so I pulled my head out of the cone quick so she wouldnât see. But I bumped it too hard as I did and the star got unstuck and fell down into the bottom of the cone and illuminated the whole thing. When cone mother entered the room she said âdaughter, what are you doing with the noon cone in the midnight room. Put it back where it belongs.â So I did. And I took the real noon cone and hid it in the closet. And later after she had gone to bed I snuck into the twilight room, which is always host to a preponderance of cones. And I taped up the bottom of a twilight cone so no light would escape and took it into the midnight room to replace the midnight cone. But the twilight cone doesnât have a star in it. And I worry that one day cone mother will look inside and realize what I did.