star ceilings (a note)

When I was a kid my favourite place to stay the night was my grandmas house in Edgewood. The bedroom I stayed in was magical. My grandma had arranged plastic glow in the dark stars on the ceiling in the image of the galaxy. I don’t remember if it was very accurate, but I remember wishing on a different star every night. Even when I was younger I had a hard time sleeping. At my grandmas house I would just count the stars until I fell sleep. Now I just count the things I am thankful for and the people I love.  

 

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