Writing

As I gaze up to the stars I imagine I’m flying through space. I look to my right Orion’s belt is there, gleaming like gold floating in the sky. To my left is the Southern Cross shining as bright as diamonds. I close my eyes. I imagine I’m a star gazing down on earth like a mum watches over her baby. I open my eyes, the stars are still staring at me, so high yet so bright. I shut my eyes one last time and go to sleep.