Night

She drew constellations with fingertips numbed by the drone of everyday existence,
Each star eliciting a spark inside her chest, swelling with the growing urgency of something beautiful about to happen and yet,
She could count her even breaths, piercing the silence.
As the lights dimmed,
Her eyes blinked open.
Only at night, did she truly awaken.

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