THE STAR: A lake under a blanket of stars. ( sana & utahime. )
THE STARS HUM THEIR OWN TUNE . felt in the bones , familiarity with the universe , a reflection of ourselves that blankets above . don ' t you see yourself in the cosmos , like looking at your reflection in the water , ripples of the same stardust in the lungs you breath from , a deep understanding of the ether born into the edges of your soul . they flicker , streetlights across the vast night : THEY ' LL LEAD YOU HOME .
the stars burst in her eyes , as if the iris could take a picture . golden flecks sleeping within the chestnut. THE SUN WAKES THEM , but the night envelops her with a blanket that makes the sun drozy . DUSK WILL COME , but not for hours . her chin lifts to the sky , where the stars witness them , a dock of wooden planks under her , she briefly thinks about the history the wood carries , the rings they grew . an attempt had been made for a more comfortable experience : a thin blanket beneath them . she ' s comfortable , her body slightly angled so she ' s leaned into him .
a hum vibrates from her , it breaks the tentative silence , IT DOESN ' T SHATTER , no , it ' s more akin to the way stained glass is broken apart : careful and with purpose . " my , my , i didn ' t take you for the type to do . . . this " her gaze slips to him , curious .
