I laid outside on the roof, my eyes hoping to
capture the streaming lights of a shooting star.
It would be something to write about, how the star
somehow managed to penetrate city lights, scatter
the rush of traffic, change my life irrevocably.
I waited there for about fifteen minutes until the
kitchen timer went off and the granola would be
perfectly browned and delicious for tomorrow's
breakfast, and as I climbed back in the window,
stubbing my toe on an errant book that had
wandered over to look for herself, I noticed my
life was irrevocably changed, for the better.
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