She allowed herself to step back for a moment. She stepped
back, leaving her body as an empty shell so she could fly. So she could sleep
on a cloud with the moon as her nightlight. So she could ride the waves of the
wind and collect the stars as she went.
When
she returned, all was as it should be. Her extraordinary life was no longer
extraordinary; mundane, as most lives are. Except, of course, for the stars
filling her pockets; a keepsake and a reminder of her journey. She would keep
them forever, pressed into the pages of her favourite books.
They
shined just as brightly as the stories inside them.
~~
Until later,
- Justyne
